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  • Mike

    Mike Indianapolis

    Ken was in a history of rock class with me at IUPUI back in 2004 or so (where he more or less taught the class). A few years after I ran into him performing in Fishers. I still think of him and the stories he'd tell in class.

    Ken was in a history of rock class with me at IUPUI back in 2004 or so (where he more or less taught the class). A few years after I ran into him performing in Fishers. I still think of him and the stories he'd tell in class.

  • Jon kramer

    Jon kramer Arizona

    I remember when Ken wrestled in the mud with the Chicago knockers mud wrestling team back in the 80s at the end of the fight everybody wanted autographs from the Chicago not hers but not me I got Kens autograph and he was flattered that somebody else for his instead of all those girls with big tits

    I remember when Ken wrestled in the mud with the Chicago knockers mud wrestling team back in the 80s at the end of the fight everybody wanted autographs from the Chicago not hers but not me I got Kens autograph and he was flattered that somebody else for his instead of all those girls with big tits

  • Tammy Ferguson

    Tammy Ferguson Indianapolis, IN

    I worked with Ken for several years at the Blood Center, where we became very good friends. He helped me get through some very tough times, including the death of my 21 year old son. He was a rock. He entertained us all with his many stories - which never got old. He never tired of talking about his wife, Suzanne, and how wonderful she was. I loved Ken and will forever miss him.

    I worked with Ken for several years at the Blood Center, where we became very good friends. He helped me get through some very tough times, including the death of my 21 year old son. He was a rock. He entertained us all with his many stories - which never got old. He never tired of talking about his wife, Suzanne, and how wonderful she was. I loved Ken and will forever miss him.

  • Marilyn (Cookie lady)

    Marilyn (Cookie lady) Key West

    What a wonderful soul…good memories of Sloppy Joes, movies, Duval Street with Ken in the picture…

    What a wonderful soul…good memories of Sloppy Joes, movies, Duval Street with Ken in the picture…

  • Tiny

    Tiny Meulhaussen De

    In Germany visiting relatives. Missoula my brother, we lived together, got drunk tofether, did other things less legal tofether, chased women togetrher, saved each others lives, got clean together, toy halpee me stay clean. We're in a movie together, shaved our heads together, we're on a commercial on MTV together, had a best selling poster together, we're semi famous together and most important loved together. Love you and miss you my brother. Tint & Kenny , emotional control te c hnitiins forever

    In Germany visiting relatives. Missoula my brother, we lived together, got drunk tofether, did other things less legal tofether, chased women togetrher, saved each others lives, got clean together, toy halpee me stay clean. We're in a movie together, shaved our heads together, we're on a commercial on MTV together, had a best selling poster together, we're semi famous together and most important loved together. Love you and miss you my brother. Tint & Kenny , emotional control te c hnitiins forever

  • Donna Hastie

    Donna Hastie Gulfport, FL

    I met Ken when I moved to Key West in the 80s. He was such a nice person in this great big bouncer body! He always had a smile for everyone and a joke ready to tell. Lost touch when I changed jobs and then left Key West. But he was always in my thoughts as one of the good guys. He will truly be missed.

    I met Ken when I moved to Key West in the 80s. He was such a nice person in this great big bouncer body! He always had a smile for everyone and a joke ready to tell. Lost touch when I changed jobs and then left Key West. But he was always in my thoughts as one of the good guys. He will truly be missed.

  • Julie Crow

    Julie Crow Indianapolis

    I meet Ken in the mid 1990's when we were both involved with Tibetan Buddhism and the Tibetan Independence movement. In 1999 we both took formal refuge with Geshe Jinpa Sonam in a small ceremony at the Tibetan Cultural Center in Bloomington. We also shared in a recovery fellowship, so we had much in common. He was always a jovial spirit, and ready to give service. I moved to Florida in 2001 and spent 10 years there, and hadn't seen him since then, but we did occasionally connect on FB. I am sure he will be much missed by his many friends and his family. I feel fortunat juts to have made his acquaintance....actually, I think the last time I saw him was when a section of the Viet Nam Veterans' Memorial Wall was in Indiana, and he was there.

    I meet Ken in the mid 1990's when we were both involved with Tibetan Buddhism and the Tibetan Independence movement. In 1999 we both took formal refuge with Geshe Jinpa Sonam in a small ceremony at the Tibetan Cultural Center in Bloomington. We also shared in a recovery fellowship, so we had much in common. He was always a jovial spirit, and ready to give service. I moved to Florida in 2001 and spent 10 years there, and hadn't seen him since then, but we did occasionally connect on FB. I am sure he will be much missed by his many friends and his family. I feel fortunat juts to have made his acquaintance....actually, I think the last time I saw him was when a section of the Viet Nam Veterans' Memorial Wall was in Indiana, and he was there.

  • Donna Nelson

    Donna Nelson Key West, Fla.

    Ken introduced me to my husband Joel Nelson 34 years ago at Sloppy Joe's. We always joked about how he was responsible for all of the good things that came out of that introduction, including our 3 children. I will never forget when he introduced us and the time he bit a beer can in half in front of my grandmother. We all just cracked up. She had never in her 60 years seen anything like it. Such a kind and thoughtful person. I loved his comments on FB every year on our anniversary, or when one of our kids did something special. So many great memories, he may of left Key West years ago, but he has always been in our hearts. Thank you Ken for everything good in my life. I hope you are at peace <3

    Ken introduced me to my husband Joel Nelson 34 years ago at Sloppy Joe's. We always joked about how he was responsible for all of the good things that came out of that introduction, including our 3 children. I will never forget when he introduced us and the time he bit a beer can in half in front of my grandmother. We all just cracked up. She had never in her 60 years seen anything like it. Such a kind and thoughtful person. I loved his comments on FB every year on our anniversary, or when one of our kids did something special. So many great memories, he may of left Key West years ago, but he has always been in our hearts. Thank you Ken for everything good in my life. I hope you are at peace <3

  • Kathie Mautner

    Kathie Mautner Atlanta, Georgia

    I met Ken first at the blood center. He was a talented phlebotomist and I was charmed by his slightly warped sense of humor. I was making the woman in the next chair nervous with some off-the-wall comments, and Ken told me to "just shut up and bleed". Friends forever. RIP one of the finest folksingers around.

    I met Ken first at the blood center. He was a talented phlebotomist and I was charmed by his slightly warped sense of humor. I was making the woman in the next chair nervous with some off-the-wall comments, and Ken told me to "just shut up and bleed". Friends forever. RIP one of the finest folksingers around.

  • Eddie Woolard

    Eddie Woolard Indianapolis

    When I met Ken I was a teenager. I was teaching karate in plainfield in the early 90's. I was standing there talking to the owner when I hear this loud bike pull up. I see this big biker in black leather, shaved head, tatoos...etc etc... and all of the bad stereotypes popped into my head. You grow up hearing all of these stories about bikers and bker gangs that its impossible to not have some sort of image in your head. Well, that guy walked in and the owner and I werent too sure what he was doing here or what he wanted. He walked in we somewhat defensively asked "can I help you?" And then he spoke; this soft voice and humble demeanor spoke and I wasnt sure what to think. This big leathery biker was a giant teddy bear. Who knew. Over the next few years, I and several other black belts had the pleasure of teaching Ken. It was always a good day when came to class. He was one of those personalities that helped define who we were as a school. In the martial arts we say that we often learn by teaching and that the student teaches the master. In Ken's case this is absolutely true. I was kid and teaching this grown man martial arts and little did he know he taught me a lot about people and life. Even after Ken stopped training we remained friends and stayed in contact with random messages or facebook comments. Ken was the kind of friend that you could not talk for years and pick up right where you left off. Ken is a great soul and part of who I am today is because of him. Ken, thank you!

    When I met Ken I was a teenager. I was teaching karate in plainfield in the early 90's. I was standing there talking to the owner when I hear this loud bike pull up. I see this big biker in black leather, shaved head, tatoos...etc etc... and all of the bad stereotypes popped into my head. You grow up hearing all of these stories about bikers and bker gangs that its impossible to not have some sort of image in your head. Well, that guy walked in and the owner and I werent too sure what he was doing here or what he wanted. He walked in we somewhat defensively asked "can I help you?" And then he spoke; this soft voice and humble demeanor spoke and I wasnt sure what to think. This big leathery biker was a giant teddy bear. Who knew.

    Over the next few years, I and several other black belts had the pleasure of teaching Ken. It was always a good day when came to class. He was one of those personalities that helped define who we were as a school. In the martial arts we say that we often learn by teaching and that the student teaches the master. In Ken's case this is absolutely true. I was kid and teaching this grown man martial arts and little did he know he taught me a lot about people and life. Even after Ken stopped training we remained friends and stayed in contact with random messages or facebook comments. Ken was the kind of friend that you could not talk for years and pick up right where you left off. Ken is a great soul and part of who I am today is because of him.

    Ken, thank you!