Tuesday, December, 27 2022.
He was born in Honolulu, Hawaii but loved all things Baltimore; fried oysters, Lexington Market
and calling everyone “hon.” Chris was known for giving people nicknames that they hated, but
somehow could never get rid of. Just ask anyone, and Chris probably gave them a nickname.
He was also known for his compassion. If you told him you were sick, 30 minutes later you’d
have a bag with chicken noodle soup on your porch labeled “dog shit” so no one would steal it.
If you liked a certain drink or snack he’d make sure he’d bring it to you every time he saw you. If
you needed a ride, he’d be at your house with the car warmed up. Chris made sure everyone
was included and loved the underdogs of the World.
He will be greatly missed. So sip on a White Monster Energy drink, or browse your local Costco
and think of him.
