Karl's Member/Family Photo Gallery

Kevin is all business flying the plane. He's a natural, and I see a pilot's license in his future. Faithful listeners to Crosswinds will remember Kevin joining me in-studio last year. He continues to serve in the military, now in an upper-brass position in the U.K. Major Kevin Johnston and wife Christy after our scenic plane ride, just before they shipped of for England. We flew to Sandford, Maine for breakfast, then over Lake Winnipesaukee, and home to Nashua. Dad & Adam, Mt. Washington, 1988 Photo of World Trade Towers taken by me from a Cessna 172, on our way to Key West in September of 1990. Who knew. Taken from the Hudson River VFR corridor. The Statue of Liberty from the same flight. Majestic & beautiful Flying with my late father, who had taken flight lessons years ago. As you can see, he liked to do the flying.... Adam's Wedding - May 30th, 2009 Adam and Liam Adam and brother Brad Adam and Dad Liam & Marlena Adam & Samantha Adam & Sam Marlena with Dad Adam, Liam, Marlena, Mitchell & Dad The Kids Dad & Marlena All of my kids in one picture, plus grandson and new daughter-in-law The bride with sisters and parents
	Another loyal reader of my weekly columns ponders the depth of meaning in my powerful column on the book 'Touching History'. It is also possible that there simply wasn't a hydrant nearby...
An after-dinner photo with Joe Marino and his wife, Rose, with me and my wife and kids.
	Another photo with Joe, Rose, and their daughter Janet Quilty, my wife and kids. Folks at the KFNH forum know Joe as 'Andy Looney'. The Marinos are family, as you can plainly see.


My father, me, my sister Melody, and childhood best-friend John Rougeau on Tuckerman's Ravine headwall, Mt. Washington, circa 1969...	Myself with John, sister Lorey and Siberian Husky 'Ringo" on the Tuckerman's headwall...

My late, dear friend, Glenn Eldridge, founder of the now-gone Greenville Wildlife Park, specialized in large cats. This Siberian, named Thunder, I had known since he was born. He was about a year and a half old in these pictures and strong enough to lay me out had he wanted. The last time I saw Thunder, at Glenn's funeral service, he was 960 pounds. That's a hug I'll never forget. Glenn had his ashes scattered in Thunder's habitat. Knowing Glenn for years was a unique opportunity. He had few close friends, and I was one, and we had the opportunity to care for lion cubs, know many different cats as they grew up, and witness a man who truly dedicated his life to animals.