Michael Schumacher
“A memorial gathering will be held at the Spirit Room Gallery, 111 Broadway at 10:00 on Friday, November 1 following the interment at the
National Cemetery. Everyone is invited.”
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Mike was a great friend through St. Anthony’s, Shanley, his tour in Vietnam, and after, though I had not seen him in many, many years.
God speed my friend on your next journey!
Sho Nigh…we went all 12 grades together….Nam too…..miss you RIP
I remember Mike fondly from our years at Shanley. My husband, Jim, always regretted not connecting with Mike in later years. He has lots of memories of their many adventures growing up in Fargo. Our condolences to his family. RIP.
Mike was a classmate through grades 1-12, and a very handsome one at that. Thank you for your friendship and your service. God speed.
Mike is a big part of my childhood memoirs. We spent our formative years at St Anthony’s and Shanley together until my family moved to northern CA. I was very sorry to hear about his death. My sincere condolences to his family and friends. Peace be with you my old friend.
Shooey, take your rest after your long journey. My childhood was richer because you were a part of it.
I remember his arrival at Shanley with Greg Gibb and Pete Crary our junior year. A really handsome guy! I’m so sorry we lost touch with him through the years. May you find peace Mike until we meet again.
So many great memories of hours spent at Clara Barton skating with Mike, Joel Erickson and Greg Giibb. Rest In Peace, dear Mike.
Mike was a good friend through 12 years of school. Lots of good memories…
Two days after Mike and I graduated from high school in 1965, we hopped in his ’63 VW bug and headed west, to Seattle and then hung a left down the coast, eventually to New Orleans and back home to Fargo. 54 years have dulled my memory of details but I remember: almost falling to our deaths at Crater Lake, Shoey sleeping on the roof of his VW outside of Las Vegas, skipping out on the bill for a meal at a high-end restaurant in the French Quarter so that we had money for petrol to get back to Fargo. The sixties began in earnest.
In the late sixties Mike lived in an apartment building close to the old Gold Crown Billiards on Roberts Street. He was painting a lot, and made a remarkable piece, of his bedroom done in a nod to Van Gogh. I don’t know if he ever got to do the art that was inside of him.
Back then he smoked Camels or Luckies, obviously without filters, and he’d characteristically have a tiny piece of cigarette paper stuck on his lip.
He and I went our different ways decades ago. I’ve thought of Mike a lot during the last two weeks. For some reason the images of that painting and that tiny piece of cigarette paper has brought smiles to my heart.
RIP Shoey.
Tom Kuhlmann
Charlottesville,VA