As I’ve told you before, I’m addicted to the obituary pages of newspapers, and not just so I can read summations of the lives of the rich and famous. I’ve always been moved by the passing of regular folks, too, and sometimes, certain write-ups stand out.

And so, here’s your uplifting obituary of the day.

I regret never having met Henry Frank Kulesza.

I’d have liked to listen to polka and eaten some kielbasa with him.