Well, here we go, again. (Reminds of me of the 80's song..."Here I go again")
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Well Last weekend, Charlie had his 7th annual Bash party at his dad's cabin in Wisconsin. It goes from Friday to Sunday. I ended up going just for Saturday till Sunday (I played host to Sharon's daughter, nephew and family friend Thursday night since they were in town for the JACL youth conference. I took them to St. Paul and the Mall of America Friday morning and then dropped them off at the conference, which happened to be at a college 3 mins down the street from me.)(Saturday afternoon, I had a graduation party for of my seniors. Thus I went Saturday evening to the Bash.) The cabin is about an hour and a half north-east of here in Siren, WI (not a big place, but at least they got one stop light in town). So I got there about 7:30ish in the evening. Pretty much the Bash is drinking, playing games, hanging out by the lake, jamming out to music, etc. There were about 30 of us there. At night they go to the town's bar, which has karaoke and music, and Saturday night they had a mechanical bull on top of that (of which I did neither, though i did some dancing). Sunday at 11 we swarmed upon the Dairy Queen a few flocks away from the cabin, we got there about 10:45, they wouldn't open till exactly 11. But exactly at 11am, about 18 or so of us swarmed in on them. They knew we were outside, so they had all three cash registers open, which I'm sure hasn't happened in a while.Though to their credit, it went smoothly and rapidly. We did some more lounging around Sunday afternoon. I stayed around to help clean up; when all was said and done, the last few of us left about 4:30.
Hope you have/had a great 4th of July. Happy Bday USA!
Tidbit by Thomas: Where were you when you heard about Michael Jackson's death? I think that will rank up there with the question of "Where were you when you heard about Kennedy?" or "Where were you when you heard about 9-11?" After leaving the grocery store, I was driving down University Ave here in St Paul. Heard it on the radio, which was quoting TMZ. I called Ann, my friend Chris, and Br. Allen.
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Well, Thomas, I don't quite know who "Charlie" was, but it sounds like a good time was had by all. I'm afraid I only identified with the Dairy Queen part of it.
ReplyDeleteAs to "Where were you when...", I was on retreat with the Trappists and said a prayer for his repose and the consolation of his family. But I don't think it ranks up there with Kennedy or others of that ilk. Mostly sad, actually, the way he became a victim of his success, drifting inexorably to the rougher edges of human life as adulation and ready funds fed the insatiable hole in the soul or covered it up with empty promises of fulfillment. I think that genuine happiness always eluded him, except perhaps through his kids - and even that, fleetingly, and through the mist of popularity.
Perhaps there's a slight generational thing at play here; though I will admit, it may not rank above 9/11 and maybe other things to come.
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