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	<title>Comments on: Oh Kurtis</title>
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	<description>Can you think of a better name?</description>
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		<title>By: Fagstein &#187; Gazette reporters look back</title>
		<link>http://blog.fagstein.com/2007/09/04/oh-kurtis/comment-page-1/#comment-11395</link>
		<dc:creator>Fagstein &#187; Gazette reporters look back</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:56:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Wilton on a fire that killed five people, including former Gazette employee Kurtis Hansen (someone I knew when I was there): Even seasoned reporters dread speaking to victims&#8217; families, and newspaper managers do have [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Wilton on a fire that killed five people, including former Gazette employee Kurtis Hansen (someone I knew when I was there): Even seasoned reporters dread speaking to victims&#8217; families, and newspaper managers do have [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Leona Agulnik</title>
		<link>http://blog.fagstein.com/2007/09/04/oh-kurtis/comment-page-1/#comment-1509</link>
		<dc:creator>Leona Agulnik</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 01:17:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kurtis Hansen was a good friend of mine and one of my husband&#039;s best friends. He was the type of guy who&#039;d give you the shirt of his back. He was funny, intelligent and all ears. He was into volunteer coaching hockey with children and was excited to start this season up with my husband Eric. 

It was Sunday night when we had heard of the cabin fire and that there were 5 deaths involved; I had immediately felt my stomach turn into knots. I knew. I am greatly saddened by Kurtis and his sister&#039;s passing, for he was a one of a kind person. He was at our house early that week for supper, trying to teach our son about beer. I spoke to him on Friday night before he had left to go up to his cabin and I said come pass by when your onyour way home: I still wait for the phone to ring. I don&#039;t know why I felt compelled to write this, but I just wanted everyone to know that Kurtis Hansen was a really great friend and that I miss him every day! May his familyand friends find peace.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kurtis Hansen was a good friend of mine and one of my husband's best friends. He was the type of guy who'd give you the shirt of his back. He was funny, intelligent and all ears. He was into volunteer coaching hockey with children and was excited to start this season up with my husband Eric. </p>
<p>It was Sunday night when we had heard of the cabin fire and that there were 5 deaths involved; I had immediately felt my stomach turn into knots. I knew. I am greatly saddened by Kurtis and his sister's passing, for he was a one of a kind person. He was at our house early that week for supper, trying to teach our son about beer. I spoke to him on Friday night before he had left to go up to his cabin and I said come pass by when your onyour way home: I still wait for the phone to ring. I don't know why I felt compelled to write this, but I just wanted everyone to know that Kurtis Hansen was a really great friend and that I miss him every day! May his familyand friends find peace.</p>
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		<title>By: Fagstein</title>
		<link>http://blog.fagstein.com/2007/09/04/oh-kurtis/comment-page-1/#comment-1335</link>
		<dc:creator>Fagstein</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:40:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>He was one of those people. There were a few who did that shift regularly. He was the tall, dark-haired one with the silly sense of humour.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He was one of those people. There were a few who did that shift regularly. He was the tall, dark-haired one with the silly sense of humour.</p>
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		<title>By: Mama Fagstein</title>
		<link>http://blog.fagstein.com/2007/09/04/oh-kurtis/comment-page-1/#comment-1334</link>
		<dc:creator>Mama Fagstein</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 22:33:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Steve, was he the one who sat at the front desk and let peolple in when you worked the late shift. I meet that one, nice young man.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Steve, was he the one who sat at the front desk and let peolple in when you worked the late shift. I meet that one, nice young man.</p>
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