Harold Weidner: Liked to have young sisters give him a foot massage. Creepy with a bad comb-over. Think of Donald Trump's ugly older brother: just as opinionated only without all of the money.
Bob Saia: His first wife cheated on him and it broke his heart so he joined a cult and never looked back. He was the guy that persuaded me to join this cult, not too surprisingly after my girlfriend cheated on me and broke my heart.
Andy Laguna: Nice enough fellow, basically harmless. His biggest deficits were that he had never had a job, never been married--probably never even had a girlfriend--and naturally never had kids. So of course he thought he was qualified to tell us regular folks how we should live our lives!
Nick Kovalak: Never had children, yet he felt qualified to give advice on parenting and child-rearing. Took "living in the past" to new lows. "Did you bring your toothbrush in service this Sunday?" Had absolutely zero ability to relate to people that had to work for a living. Obvious contempt for people that spawned human children.
Harley Brenneman: Nice enough guy. Might even have known TTATT. Hard to read.
Allen Wollen: One of the few CO's I knew that had actually ever had a real job, ... and children! Almost human as a result. Still, a company man to the bitter end.
Martin Harfmann: Loved to tell stories about the "good ol' days" before he was a JW. I wonder why? Favorite expression during Saturday morning service, "Doesn't a cup of coffee sound good about now?" "Now where was I? Oh yeah, that reminds me of the time ..." Fancied himself the "James Bond" of COs. A legend in his own mind. After I was DF'd, he actually pressured my ex-wife into making the same meal I had made for his previous visit. What an insensitive asshole. If you see him, please tell him I said so.
In retrospect I wonder why I ever listened to any of these jokers.
Oh, I know: It's a cult!