Christopher Calvin Carson (Big Chris to anyone who knew him) was born on February 20, 1951 to parents Catherine Moeningand James Carson in Logansport, Indiana. He escaped this mortal realm on Tuesday, November 3, 2020 at the age of 69 years. It is certain that he died how he lived, with a constant subtle smile and a mad twinkle in his eyes. He is survived by his sisters Rita, Sheila, Valerie, and Diane as well as his daughters, Cristen and Nikki and granddaughter, Leila.
He spent the first seventeen years of his life in Logansport getting into a fair amount of hijinks and trouble all in the name of good fun and boredom from being in a small town. At the age of seventeen years he decided to join the Marine Corps and headed out to California. He realized that a life in the military was not for him as the beds were short and he didnot like being yelled at and bossed around all the time. Chris was always known as an easy-going fella by all who knew him. He did, however, like California so he stuck around there until the last few days of his life.
Over the course of his adult life, Chris got married (and divorced) a few times. He helped raise two daughters and taught them all kinds of life lessons such as “variety is the spice of life,” “brevity is the soul of wit,” (which usually followed a longer than average story because irony was never lost on him!), “don’t sweat the small stuff, and it’s all small stuff” and “fuck the Dodgers.” Chris truly loved baseball and he regularly went to San Francisco Giants games with his friends and family. In general, Chris was a human who always met things and people with love and open-mindedness, but he really hated the LA Dodgers. Chris also loved classic rock n’ roll. As a way to ensure he perpetuated the love and appreciation of great musicians, he taught his daughters to sing classic rock and folk songs while meandering down the road in the car.
Chris got clean and sober on April 6, 1988 and would go on to change the lives of thousands of people he met during his 32 years of sobriety. Chris was substantial in stature at 6’7” and a few biscuits over 300 pounds, but always an air of lightness that surrounded him. He spent many hours on the back porch of the Alano Club West listening to whomever needed an open ear and sharing his humble wisdom. He was quick to love anyone, wherever they were. People always gravitated to his warm energy and open arms.
Chris spent his years as a gentle giant seamlessly gliding from experience to experience emulating the words of Hunter S. Thompson, “buy the ticket, take the ride.” Chris spent his life in search of knowledge in and out of school. As part of his quest for ever-increasing knowledge and self-improvement, Chris went to school and got his bachelors degree in business from St. Mary’s University at the age of 54 years. When he wasn’t in a quest for knowledge, he was all about good food with good people. Chris was the first one to light up the charcoal and grab the tongs when BBQ was requested. He loved cooking for friends and family and for several years he would cook breakfast on Sunday mornings and leave his back door open for whomever was in need of some good food and conversation.
After he retired, Chris had the time of his life traveling the country in his motor home, Furtherer. He traveled from coast to coast from the very southern point of the Florida Keys to the tip top of Maine. His goal was to see baseball games all over the country as he was an avid lover of the boys of summer for most of his life. As he traveled around the country in Furtherer, he blogged about discovering the best places to eat, finding fellowship, national parks, and fishing holes.
Chris will be missed by all who knew him. There is no doubt that when you pass through this mortal realm to where he is spending the rest of time, he will have a hearty meal and a big hug waiting for you.
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