It was reported with appropriate admiration by Britain’s Daily Mail.
Charlie Martin added a bit more at the Daily Caller:
â€œWhatâ€™s in the vial?â€
According to lifelong friend Ron Remy, those were the first words he heard from Mike Blanchard when they met during high school.
â€œI was coming up the walk to his parentsâ€™ house when he came out, carrying a small vial, very carefully. He said it was nitroglycerin. Heâ€™d just cooked it up in his parentsâ€™ kitchen. We put it on a fence post and Mike shot it with a pellet gun, and it blew out a whole section of fence,â€ Remy said. â€œWe all have these fantasies â€” but Mike would go out and just do it. I spent a year in Viet Nam, and some of the moments of stark terror I had with Mike eclipsed anything I saw there.â€ …
Collecting stories from Flatheadâ€™s life, however, initially presented a small problem. â€œIâ€™m not sure of the statute of limitations,â€ one of his friends said. After assuring them weâ€™d protect our sources, the stories flowed like whiskey.
â€œWe had friends who joined these â€˜outlawâ€™ motorcycle clubs. We decided weâ€™d have our own. We called it the â€˜Dead Cats MC,â€™â€ said one of the attendees who had been worried about misdeeds recent enough to prosecute. …
The stories Blanchardâ€™s family and friends told certainly didnâ€™t paint him as a boy scout. According to his friends, he was astonishingly intelligent and well read, with encyclopedic knowledge of Fords, guns, and explosives, but equally deep knowledge of European history and of prosaic topics like landscaping.
On the other hand, he had real difficulties with authority, and didnâ€™t give in to social pressures â€” like hygiene.
â€œYou could have drilled for oil in the leg of his jeans,â€ remembered one friend who wished to remain anonymous. …
As his obituary noted, Blanchard was a life-long Republican and an NRA member. And according to another friend, he had what we might now charitably call â€œold-fashionedâ€ attitudes about race.
Read the whole thing.
The world is undoubtedly a poorer, wimpier, and more boring place without this old boy.