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Charles Steger Glass

Cleveland, Ohio

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CHARLES STEGER GLASS, 83, a retired self-proclaimed "peddler" with Cahners Publishing Company in Cleveland, died April 22, after a brief illness in Leesburg, FL. He graduated from Shattuck School in Faribault, MN where he was awarded the Williams College Cup given to best all-around athlete. He...

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We miss you Uncle Charlie. I know you'll be at peace up on the lake.

I joined Cahners Publishing in 1974. Within a year or so the guy representing Professional Builder magazine left and Charlie was hired. There were several salesmen in the office who groaned. (I had come from the manufacturing side of the business and didn't the media reps.) Quite frankly, they gave the impression that Charlie was some kind of hack. But Charlie took over and proved them wrong. In retrospect, Charlie had never had a good product to represent. When he got on PB he did extremely...

Charlie and I worked together at Cahners from around 1980 until he retired. I was his sales assistant for many years but, more importantly, we were great friends. After he retired, we would get together periodically and have dinner. It was always a wonderful time -- I always loved that he was never politically correct! It made him that much more special. We kept in touch until about 5 years ago and then if I tried calling didn't get him. . .I believe I met you once, Alison, when you came...

It is with deep regret that I note Charlie's passing. I was a co-worker with him at Cahners in the early '90s. I was in my late 30s at the time, going through a painful divorce. Charlie took me under his wing, took me out to lunch, cared about me. Always with a sense of humor, he asked me, with great concern: "Kid, I'm worried about ya. Ya got needs, do you have a girlfriend?" A good, decent man---with an incredible sense of humor. He was my hero in a sense. He was one of a kind. I...

There is not one day that passes where I do not think of Dad. I really miss him.

...gone fishing...