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Good Morning Lodge.
Can we get one or two games starting at 6-7 PM CDT, please?
Nope. Not until the finals will the Wild get a game before 830 central.
Good Morning Lodge.
Can we get one or two games starting at 6-7 PM CDT, please?
The Multicade is fully operational. 70's woodgrain and all.
And I've forgotten how much I suck at Ms. Pac-Man.
Good Morning Lodge.
Can we get one or two games starting at 6-7 PM CDT, please?
THe priest that married me gave a homily on how as a non-Catholic I would not stand before God with my husband.
Same guy allowed my Godmother to do a reading and she was a *heretic*!!!!1!!!!1111! Lutheran.
Time to ask for a guest priest to do the mass. I know they allow that.
Can we get one or two games starting at 6-7 PM CDT, please?
2 of the first 3 are 8:30 and 8.. Man am I exhausted.
Game ends at 1AM (eastern) & I have to leave for work at 7AM (eastern)
Sleepy.....
One last recap of my last few days. I am guessing that many don't much care to read about it, but I think some do, and it seems therapeutic for me to post about it, so that is what I'm going to do.
The last 2 days we really could see what it means to live in a small community. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone cares about everyone. Amid the sadness, this part was very refreshing, and even uplifting. In a town of 600 people, 2500 people showed up to the visitation, the line to greet my aunt and the rest of Derek's immediate family was between 3 and 4 hours long, but no one complained about it. When I thanked people for waiting so long the only response I got was "we couldn't miss it, and the wait is well worth it". I have never seen so many tears from hardened, grown men...farmers, blue collar workers, guys you just never expect to see cry. Everyone from the group Derek traveled to Canada for fly in fishing trips showed up, mostly 50-60 year old guys that wanted to bring this 20 year old kid along, not a dry eye among them. Our entire hunting party was there. A group of 20 guys traveled from Madison, where Derek took farm management courses, to be there. Local radio stations from Faribault and from Red Wing were there, and they reported on it during the next morning's news. Derek was a high school basketball star, he led his team to state 2 years. When they read his obituary on the radio, it was the play-by-play guy doing the reading, and he started it with "and from Goodhue, Number 10, Derek...." He also wrote a poem about it, posted to the radio's website. During the 7 hours that the family was greeting people at the visitation, my cousin, Derek's big sister, and her husband held their new baby boy, born the morning that Derek died, the entire time, trying to give people a little bit of happiness among all of the sadness. Earlier in the day, they had asked Derek's best friend, who was with him when he died, and felt responsible for the accident, even though he was in no way responsible, to stand in for Derek, and by the baby's godfather. That was a happy moment. My aunt was already told that the organs that Derek donated helped 30 people, 30, that is incredible. She will be getting more details on that after 1 year.
At the funeral, 500 people showed up, including every single person from Derek's graduating class. The church only held 300, so people were in a side room, and standing outside the church in the rain. The funeral procession was easily 100 cars long. Derek was buried right next to our Grandma, and right next to where, someday, my Grandpa will be buried, which is fitting because Derek was Grandpa's favorite. They were inseparable.
Me and my family are just so happy that we were able to give Derek the tribute that he deserved. We're proud that he was able to make such a huge impact in his 21 years to create such a huge outpouring of support. Even though I don't live down there anymore, it is very comforting to know that there is community of so many people, that are there when we need them.
Thank you Lodgers, for being my audience while I dealt with the last few days.
On a compltely different note - goldy, you hear of Chase Phelps from Edina, plays for Shattuck? He's coming to BU next year.
Cool. I've been dreaming of getting one of those for the basement.
To hear those sounds again would take me back...
The price tags that I've seen are in the thousands though, so not likely to ever happen.
Boys, I know it technically is AM at that hour but it really is part of the night before....
He lives in Wisconsin. So he's not handy, he's drunk.Mine was only $1100. I've seen higher and I've seen lower, but with the "AK tax" figured in it's a pretty good deal.
The company is called Multicade or iCade. They sell stand-alone cabinets or you can take an old cabinet and install the hardware/software yourself if you're handy.
Thank you Lodgers, for being my audience while I dealt with the last few days.
I remember the name, but don't know much about him.
oh, because he's not gonna be a goof so you don't care?!?!!?!?![]()
One last recap of my last few days. I am guessing that many don't much care to read about it, but I think some do, and it seems therapeutic for me to post about it, so that is what I'm going to do.
The last 2 days we really could see what it means to live in a small community. Everyone knows everyone, and everyone cares about everyone. Amid the sadness, this part was very refreshing, and even uplifting. In a town of 600 people, 2500 people showed up to the visitation, the line to greet my aunt and the rest of Derek's immediate family was between 3 and 4 hours long, but no one complained about it. When I thanked people for waiting so long the only response I got was "we couldn't miss it, and the wait is well worth it". I have never seen so many tears from hardened, grown men...farmers, blue collar workers, guys you just never expect to see cry. Everyone from the group Derek traveled to Canada for fly in fishing trips showed up, mostly 50-60 year old guys that wanted to bring this 20 year old kid along, not a dry eye among them. Our entire hunting party was there. A group of 20 guys traveled from Madison, where Derek took farm management courses, to be there. Local radio stations from Faribault and from Red Wing were there, and they reported on it during the next morning's news. Derek was a high school basketball star, he led his team to state 2 years. When they read his obituary on the radio, it was the play-by-play guy doing the reading, and he started it with "and from Goodhue, Number 10, Derek...." He also wrote a poem about it, posted to the radio's website. During the 7 hours that the family was greeting people at the visitation, my cousin, Derek's big sister, and her husband held their new baby boy, born the morning that Derek died, the entire time, trying to give people a little bit of happiness among all of the sadness. Earlier in the day, they had asked Derek's best friend, who was with him when he died, and felt responsible for the accident, even though he was in no way responsible, to stand in for Derek, and by the baby's godfather. That was a happy moment. My aunt was already told that the organs that Derek donated helped 30 people, 30, that is incredible. She will be getting more details on that after 1 year.
At the funeral, 500 people showed up, including every single person from Derek's graduating class. The church only held 300, so people were in a side room, and standing outside the church in the rain. The funeral procession was easily 100 cars long. Derek was buried right next to our Grandma, and right next to where, someday, my Grandpa will be buried, which is fitting because Derek was Grandpa's favorite. They were inseparable.
Me and my family are just so happy that we were able to give Derek the tribute that he deserved. We're proud that he was able to make such a huge impact in his 21 years to create such a huge outpouring of support. Even though I don't live down there anymore, it is very comforting to know that there is community of so many people, that are there when we need them.
Thank you Lodgers, for being my audience while I dealt with the last few days.