Honoring Al Grossman
By Kenneth Grossman, Ph.D. Carl Sandberg H.S. Class of 1962
Born on June 3, 1944, Al came into the world 16 minutes after his twin,
Wally. Though forever the "younger" twin, he was soon followed by
me in September 1945. Growing up, the Grossman trio was
inseparable — navigating the world as only close siblings can.
As we matured, Al's stature led him to dominate the athletic scene.
Recognized early by a Pop Warner football scout, his journey into
sports began. Despite our father's limited interest in sports (with
exceptions for swimming and fencing), our ever-supportive mother
was Al's unwavering cheerleader, ensuring he was well-nourished and
spirited for every game. If she were here today, her pride would be
palpable.
During his years at Carl Sandburg High School, Al’s athleticism shone
bright. Not only was he a force on the football field, but he also
excelled as a heavyweight on the wrestling mat and showed prowess
in shot put and discus for the track team. The Eagles soared with Al, as
his passion, agility, and a touch of 'tough love' on the field made him a
standout.
Off the field, we'd play our own games in our yard. Al's wrestling
techniques, however crafty (and occasionally painful for me), always
kept us on our toes. I still fondly recall an impromptu wrestling session
that left me with a lasting memento—a dislocated shoulder that
reminds me of Al every time it rains.
After graduating in 1961 from Carl Sandburg, I enlisted in the Air
Force. When I returned on leave, I witnessed Al’s unprecedented 67-

foot shot put throw, a record that adorned the school gymnasium for
years.
While on a hike, I once encountered Coach Devine, Al’s football
mentor. He fondly reminisced about Al, stating he was his favorite
player—a testament to Al's impact.
Post-high school, Al bravely chose the Air Force over numerous
college offers, serving during the tumultuous times of the Vietnam
War. This choice, like many in his life, was emblematic of his
selflessness and commitment.
Life brought Al love and family. He married Carl Sandburg alum, Linda
Cullen, with whom he had three beautiful daughters: Liz, Mel, and Val.
And while life's journey saw him marry twice more, both to Linda’s, his
heart was always dedicated to his family.
Professionally, Al took pride in being an ironworker, contributing to
the iconic Chicago skyline with his work on the John Hancock
building—a monument that saw him laboring above the clouds for
what felt like months.
Tragically, at just 54, we lost Al to esophageal cancer. His legacy,
however, remains indelible. I often think of those early figures who
recognized Al's potential and guided him towards sports. It's a
heartfelt reminder of the incredible difference kind souls can make in a
child's life.
Al Grossman: An athlete, a hero, a brother. Deeply missed, but forever remembered.