A great man passed on Dec 8th 2006 at 9:38 pm to the next level of existence.
A man who threw a brick over a house, in order to hit his brother in the head.
Who owned and sailed a 14 foot boat on the open seas, and rode home on a bike with one pedal and no seat.
Who woke up at 2:00 am every morning, and drank 20+ cups of coffee everyday, and scotch every night.
Who sailed the world, and what should have been the first ship to cross the through the ice of the North Pole, but was ordered to wait for a more prestigious ship to cross first.
Was accepted and invited to dine with kings and queens, and treated everyone he met with respect.
Who came from nothing, and worked his way up to a ship surveyor position for a prestigious insurance firm.
This man was my grandfather Peter Sig Odin, a man I respect more than anyone I have ever met. I can only hope to be half the man he was.
Face it: biceps are the muscle that classifies you as a muscle man.
HilarityStriding across the fields, carrying a vorpal blade, cometh Clawhammer! And he gives a bloodthirsty bellow:
"As sure as predators devour prey, I shall paint the town a sanguine shade of doom!!!"