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Paul Wehrle,
Chief Engineer
I landed on planet Earth as a 7 pound goober at 7:00 AM CST on the 17th of
January. Early on I was suckered into to trading the "eye of the sirlion" for the
"round of fat", eating my sister's mashed potatoes, and drinking the "uncola"
through my nose. After years of sibling abuse, my father gave me old lawnmowers,
bicycles, fridgerators, washing machines, stereos and other miscellaneous
items for repair or further dismantling. This was his attempt to keep siblings
from abusing me and me from playing hockey.
My mother thought it best for me to be schooled by the Christian Brothers at St.
Joseph's High School in the suburbs of Chicago—most recently in the news for
it's role in the movie "Hoop Dreams". She did this knowing a hockey player
receives no special treatment where "round ball" is king.
I frantically skated away from Joe's with a hockey stick in one hand and a
diploma in the other, with the Brothers in hot pursuit, trying to persuade me
to buy chances for next year's raffle.
I blazed a path up Interstate 94 to Milwaukee, Wisconsin where I found myself
ducking from the Jesuits while attending Marquette University. My favorite
class was machine design, favorite Bar was "The Avalanche", favorite beer was
"Red, White & Blue", and my favorite weaknesses were redheads. Fortunately,
the Jesuits took roll call one day and I skated out with a B.S. in Mechanical
Engineering.
After traveling the summer of '88 in search of a new land to call, "home", I
opted to spend the winter in what they call in Maine, "the city" , (aka Portland).
Mind you, Naperville, Illinois is twice the size. Some called me crazy as they
headed off to New Orleans, but I like the cold. The first time I went to the
beach was in February.
Initially, I landed a job serving umpteen zillion bowls of steamed rice and Mai
Tais. Later I found a job in the White Mountains designing, manufacturing,
installing and selling for a small custom kitchen cabinet manufacturer.
However, the real fun started when Woodex asked me to join them.
While at Woodex, my love of gizmos, dissassembled gizmos, reassembled gizmos,
and gizmos yet to be keeps the brain a-whirling. Large doses of Habanero peppers help
keep the tension to a minimum. If you have any problems with any Woodex gizmos
in the field, please call: everyone's gizmo can and will work properly, if I have
my way. My early training in customer service aids in keeping everyone's gizmo
humming 'long.
Would you like another Mai Tai, Brother?
Paul Wehrle supervises Woodex's design engineering and R&D departments, along
with processing applications and providing customer support, both on the
phone and on field service calls. He is noted among Woodex's customers for his
ability to use seal performance to diagnose systemic, process-wide problems and
provide total solutions.
 While a resident of Georgetown, he was an avid organizer
of lobster races. After all these years in Maine, he continues
to shovel his driveway with a hockey stick. Paul and his
wife Ginger, an attorney, live in Wiscasset, Maine with
their daughters Madeline, Allison and Grace, and their
son Jack. —Ed.
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