ALAN W. GLEN Sr.

Alan - you were a great brother in law to me and Rich. We have many fond memories of you and appreciate all your help through the years. Now, Rich is in Heaven with you. I hope both of you and Ricky are up there without anymore pain and once again enjoying each others company.

My deepest condolences to the Glen family. I worked with Al at United for 16 years. He wasa sincere and honest man. There were many times when he was the only person willing to speak up in a forthright manner. I am saddened to learn of his passing.

Respectfully ,

Ron Czaja

I'm writing this for my Husband, Harold Rose, Al was one of his mechanics at UAL, Harold always considered Al to be one of the"Good guys", always helpful and glad to do it, they shared many laughs, sad times and just those things that makes up your work family. Harold only has good memories of Al and will cherish them.

I would just like to take this time to let my Dad, know that I loved him! My Dad was a very hard working man that ALWAYS provided for us. He never doubted us and was always by our sides.I was always the blacksheep of the family getting in trouble time after time and he showed me the tuff love I deserved.I have many fond memories of my Dad and will hold them close to my heart, from coming to my boyscout camping trips,baseball games,helping him work on the car to help teach me something, even though I wanted to go out and hang with my buddies. I learned alot from my Dad.He was always there for me when I had a question on how to fix something or when life took a turn he would gide me in the right direction.We've had our differences and were able to fix that.He married a beautiful woman Susan, and they both us three kids I apperciate everything my parents have done for us .I want to say Thank You!!!! I love you and will miss you! Thanks for being my Dad.

Allow me to express my condolences to the family of my childhood friend. I knew Al, though most of us called him Glen, over 50 years ago in Brighton Park. I went to "Fives" and we became acquainted through one of my classmates who also was a neighbor of Glen's on Richmond. As our friendship grew, Glen recruited me into the Apache Patrol of Troop 465 and our circle of buddies grew into a half dozen or so that were almost inseparable from '57 to '62. Those were fabulous years. I recall our many camping trips with the Scouts, summer camp at Whitehall Michigan and hundreds of hours together at Sergey's and Seman's house where we wore out several decks of pinochle cards. Then there was the El Hano Grill, a little dive on 43rd Street. Glen was partial to the chili-dogs, a house specialty. and Green Rivers. When we went to classier places with fountain service, his choice was almost always a lime phosphate. But we didn't have much money, so El Hano's was our more frequent hang out. All us kids were smokers back then; no one cared about it much and anyone could buy cigarettes anywhere. Glen stated with Pall Malls, as did most of us, but later switched to Luckies. We'd each get a bottle of soda out of the cooler, share an order of fries, take a seat in one of the side booths, light up and sit for hours, or until the old lady threw us out. Sometimes on the way out as we passed the steam table, Glen would flip a penny or gumball into the open chili pot and we'd laugh ourselves sick at the thought of chili with a "prize in every bowl."

While cigarettes were easy to acquire, none of us dared be caught with them at home, so we hid them some place before going in for the night. His favorite place was under the garbage can in the alley behind his house. One day the garbage men got there before him and took his smokes. He changed hiding places, but put another pack under the can after inserting a plastic toohpick into each of the butts. That's the sort of prankster he was.

Glen got me my first job working with him at the Frosty Freeze, a burger and fries joint, across the street from Kelly H.S. We made a dollar and hour and anything we wanted to eat. I did mostly inside work, clearing tables, cleaning the restrooms, taking out the garbage etc. He did those things too but, because he was older and stronger, he also worked in the trailer rental yard, a side line of the resturant that eventually became the main business.

Glen and I also joined a Junior Achievement chapter sponsored by Crane Company. For our weekly production meetings, we were paid $2.50 a month, enough to buy a carton of smokes with change to spare. That carton would last until the next paycheck if the moochers didn't take too big a toll.

These and a hundred other stories I could relate about my pal.

While not the only reason, his participation in the R.O.T.C. was a factor in my joining when I entered Kelly. I stayed with it through college, was commissioned and made a career of the service.

After he graduated and joined the Army, I saw him only a few times. Once after he finished basic training, again after he returned from Korea. By the time he came back from Vietnam I was finishing college. He had a job lined up with UAL at O'Hare Airport.
We actually went back to El Hano and talked about old times and his foreign adventures, but it was clear we had grown well apart. Shortly after, I went on active duty, moved from the city and never saw him again.

I'm glad to know he found the happiness of wife and family even if he had to leave much too soon. Rest in peace, friend of my youth.

Please know our thoughts are with the families during this time and we hope that sweet memories of him last and are passed on for the grandchildren to enjoy for years to come.