Hello everyone. My name is Curt and I am Carl's slightly younger brother. I happened on this thread quite by accident and to tell you the truth, I was not surprised at the enormous outpouring of care and sympathy from all who had dealt with or met Carl. He WAS genuinely the type person you've all deduced and more. Although I never shared Carl's passion for space and rockets like he did, I did always find it fascinating. I can't tell you when he first became interested, but I DO recall that when the first launch of Sputnik was announced, Carl was right there, at a young age, on top of the news. When it came time for a possible flyover sighting, he had the whole family out in our backyard, heads up, watching the sky. As I recall, he didn't want to come in and wanted to wait for it to come around again...lol. When I first saw the movie, October Sky, I was floored. This movie, I thought, could just as easily been about Carl's early life, right down to his three faithful friends, who shared his passion for rockets. Even the issues with the rocket nozzle happened with Carl. It was obvious he could go no further in rocket building without them, but a metal lathe was an expenditure a financially strapped family couldn't easily afford. Eventually, my Dad, a tractor mechanic by trade, figured he could find a use for one in his work and he purchased a small metal lathe that still sits out here in our little shop. Carl finally had his first rocket nozzles. Everything was usually pretty quiet out in the shop after school when Carl and his friends were doing their rocketry works......except when they were cooking up the potassium nitrate and sugar mix (I think it was). I happened to be walking by one afternoon when one yelled, "It's too HOT!" and all 4 hit the doorway at the same time. The resultant explosion helped make the single doorway big enough to get 4 kids through it at one time. Luckily, there was just a few singed eye brows and the smell of burning hair. I'll never forget one of Carl's first attempts at launching a live payload. After a couple of successful launches, he felt confident enough to give his pet hampster a lift. Mistake.....and I recall Carl crying for two days and swearing off rocketry forever...but as we know, that didn't quell his passion. I could go on and on with some of his earliest stories, their underground command center out in the field, the lines of cars on Sunday afternoon launches here in the country where we lived, but I can tell you that Carl experienced some of it all in his lifetime. I suppose his failures and successes were what made him so empathetic to others just beginning the hobby.
You've all lost one of the most brilliant minds in the business. Carl had a most brilliant mind. His acumen in computer programming served him as his bread and butter for about 30 years....until he finally had to return to his beloved, and never forgotten Semroc (Southeastern Model Rocketry).
I guess when some of your earliest memories of a person is sharing a wet bed with them, it bonds you for life. You may want to strangle each other to death at times, but the bond and love will always remain.
I loved Carl. I miss him.