About Chris

Chris died September 7, 1991, of an untreated ulcer.  There was a get together at Jim & Terrie Gottstein's house a week or so later where a lot of his friends came to remember him.  Jim Gottstein and Linda Schwald took his ashes and spread them over the Ruth Glacier on Mount McKinley. 

 
 

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Chris was my first friend when I moved to Anchorage. Our friendship was stormy at times but life-lasting. From sleepovers and pick up park strip football games through first loves, we hung out together. As roomies frosh year at U of O, we drank a lot and sat through draft day with Jimmie and the crew. I remember the long drive to L.A. with "A Horse with No Name" playing 18 zillion times. We lost touch for a while, and then he called me shortly before his death just to reconnect. When I see McKinley I always think of Chris. Dan Doogan

I spent a summer living with Roguska and Chris "fatman" Johnson in Juneau...I lost touch with him but, I'll never forget the all-night running games of BackAlley Bridge, warm Johnnie Walker Black, and cigars. He was a warm and gentle soul. A loss to this world and a gift to the next.

Chris was ornery to the end as his ashes were blowing around inside the airplane and we had to throw the whole paper bag with Chris' ashes out the window.  Jim