R.I.P., Carl Christenson.

There is a constant ebb and flow of the "regulars" at any pub or restaurant. Times, lives, careers, habits -- all of them change, and so so frequently. People move away, and others move in. Their children turn 21 years old, and eventually you meet the grandchildren. We understand that it's a food and drink business, but insofar as humanly possible, we cling to the idea that it's an extended family as well.

Sadly, at some point, you see that someone you once chatted with quite often has died. Seeing as next year will be the 25th since Sportstime Pizza opened in 1987, we're too often reminded that more than a few regulars from the nineties no longer are with us. One of them was Carl Christenson, who we used to see on a weekly basis. He was a sharp fellow, an educator and a storyteller, and he liked a good pint of ale. We'll all miss him, and our condolences are with Carl's family.