Dr. Kool‘s

Where Good Neighbors and Good Servicemen Meet

About Dr. Kool

Kool Beginnings

I was born Thursday, 5 p.m. January 19, 1939 (10# 4 oz.) in Graves County, Kentucky—it probably was a kool day. My birthplace was a country store that was both our home and my parents business.

I was born with certain gifts that serve me well, but often drive my friends nuts. I am patient, detail oriented, and persistent. Furthermore, I try to do the right thing even if it upsets others.

In 1942 we left Kentucky, and moved to Detroit where Dad worked in an automobile plant that had been converted for the war effort. We were there three years when Dad got the "itch" for the hills of Kentucky. In 1945, we returned "home" where he tried his hand at farming.

Our house was without electricity or plumbing, and we drew drinking water from a cistern. My mother cooked on a wood burning stove. For laundry she used homemade lye soap, and heated the water in a cast iron kettle over burning coals. That was anything but kool. And p.s. we never called a repairman, because we had nothing that could break—nothing we couldn't fix, anyway.

As an eight-year-old, young Dr. Kool would climb around the attic pulling string, pretending he was an electrician … until he had a painful encounter with a wasp. In 1948, thankx to President Truman, we finally got electricity.

Dad didn't do well as a farmer, so in the Fall of 1948, the family returned to Detroit. One year later at age 10, I got my first job delivering newspapers. Later I got a larger route which increased my weekly income from 7 to 17 dollars. I worked as a paper boy for six years.

During the week, I delivered papers after school. On weekends, I worked after dark Saturday evening and early Sunday morning before church. When the weather was wet, cold, or icy I never expected to be rescued by an adult with a car. I rode a bicycle which was often overloaded—no helmet. Lord knows how many times the bike went down, while I was left standing. From my paper route I learned to be a disciplined worker.

I was the second of seven children. Dad died in 1953 when I was fourteen—Mom had her hands full. Every dollar was needed, but we got lots of help from other members of our church. It really was a blessed time, but my mother would have questioned that.

A Refugee from Academia

I am a graduate of Wilbur Wright Vocational High School in Detroit. While in high school I worked a co-op job that paid $1/hr.—that was in 1955. I graduated Phi Beta Kappa, second in my class.

In 1957, I enrolled at General Motors Institute (now Kettering University) in Flint, Michigan. Four years later I was awarded a bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering. I have always done well academically, and finished in the top 10% of my class.

Next, I completed the master's degree in metallurgical engineering from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, New York.

I worked for General Motors and then for Great Lakes Steel, but I still hadn't found my niche. Then I tried teaching, first at Detroit Institute of Technology, and then at Texas A&M University in College Station, TX.

While teaching, I had been studying for the doctorate, but in 1983 with only the dissertation remaining, I became Dr. Kool the AC repairman and contractor. And guess what? I'm back in the attic—right where I was at age 8, but this time with real wires and pipes.

Dr. Kool the Christian

My wife and I are blessed to be members of First Baptist Bryan. Established more than 140 years ago, this is a remarkable fellowship. Everyone is welcome and respected, from the least to the greatest. The roots are deep, the goals are lofty, and the outreach wide. Most of all, Jesus is central.

In June, 1979 I attended a week-long, Basic Youth Conflicts Seminar featuring Bill Gothard. I can't explain what happened during that week, but at the end I had this overwhelming feeling that nothing was more important than pleasing the Lord.

I soon discovered a down-to-earth way of pleasing the Lord—service to my fellow man. As I have said elsewhere, my conviction is this: If I take care of the needs of my family and my customers, if I show compassion to others, the Lord will look after me. Since then, my life has been abundant and full.

Dr. and Mrs. Kool

July 4, 1970 I married Theresa Marie, the love of my life. Four years later, January 28, 1974, the Lord gave us Deborah Ruth. She turned out to be so much like her father that her mother sometimes feels the two of us are ganging up on her. Living with these ladies, I have discovered how the Lord uses individuals in a family to complement one another.

Dr. Kool's Word of Mouth Pages

The Bible says:

Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. Philippians 2:4, NKJV

Word of Mouth Pages helps Joe Citizen connect with good servicemen, gives the competent contractor the recognition that is rightfully his, and motivates the marginal repairman to become more responsible in his work. But that's not all.

In the repair business there are a few really bad hombres. As a youngster, the Lone Ranger was my hero. The masked man took on the bad guys, and won … "A fiery horse, with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty `Hi Yo Silver, Away,'" the Lone Ranger was in hot pursuit. His idea was not to rehabilitate, but rather to lock up the bad guys.

The bad repairman will come to you as a wolf in sheep's clothing. Because he cannot be easily identified, it will take more than a single ranger. My plan is to form a kool posse that will be in kool pursuit. The kool thing is to just excommunicate the bad guys from The Pages.

I invite you to join the Word of Mouth Pages Community as a Kool Kustomer or a Preferred Kontractor. Registration is free.

A Kool Ranger,

Dr. Kool signature with image of the Lone Ranger

Dr. Kool

p.s. For a return to those thrilling days of yesteryear, click on the link below, and then download a couple of plug-ins. You might listen to the William Tell Overture, and then scroll down to the Lone Ranger Creed. Good stuff!

http://members.tripod.com/~ClaytonMoore/index.html

Between a Rock and a Hard Place: If you don't read the newspaper, you are uninformed; if you do, you're misinformed.Mark Twain
Blessings: The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings. The inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.Sir Winston Churchill
Good For The Soul: Confession is good for the soul, but hard on the reputation.Merle Krafthefer
Are You Ready? Therefore be ye also ready; for in such an hour as ye think not the son of man cometh.Jesus
Mt. 24:44 KJV
Winning: It's really hard to win an argument when you're wrong.Dr Kool
Socialism 101: Never waste a good crisis.Hillary Rodham Clinton
Doing The Right Thing: You can always count on Americans to do the right thing--after they've tried everything else.Winston Churchill
Kool Kommunity: Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. Philippians 2:4
NKJV
Going for Broke: The problem with socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people's money.Margaret Thatcher
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