The "Shore Emergency" Story

It was an ordinary day. We were off to Ocean City, NJ on our yearly family vacation. I must give you a little background before I continue.......this year our daughter Brynn and her husband Dave and their children Courtney and Camille plan to be in the caravan as we head to the shore. Seems that Dave is playing in a charity golf tournament near Philadelphia the day before we leave and will find it easier leaving from our house in Lancaster then from his home in Urbana, MD., so they drive to our house mid-week and Dave takes off for the golf outing. While in the tournament he is sitting in a golf cart and someone hits him with a golf ball in the calf. Almost instantly his calf swelled to double the size. Playing with him was an EMT and a nurse. They both examined him and pronounced him OK to continue, but they would keep an eye on him. He chose not to have his leg examined at the hospital and early the next morning returns to travel with us. We check out his injury and ask if he will be OK. Also inquire whether he feels dizzy or light-headed, is nauseous or has any pain in the chest or arm, etc. We definitely have planted too many thoughts in this guy's head. But, off we go. Carol and I lead while Dave, Brynn and the girls follow and our son Derek and his wife Barb and son Caden bring up the rear. Ever try to drive three hours in heavy traffic with three cars? About forty-five minutes later, near Cochranville we get a call from Brynn. Dave is feeling light-headed and nauseous and has to pull over. We immediately find a safe place to pull over. Dave gets out of the car and is sweating. Carol gives him a bottle of water to drink. Shortly he feels better, but Brynn decides to drive. Good move. After another forty-five minutes, Brynn called again and said she just got off the phone with 911 and is heading to the nearest hospital, since Dave now has a pain in his arm. She takes the lead and we head to Christiana Hospital in Delaware. Fifteen minutes later we are in the Emergency room. All nine of us!! They took Dave immediately, so we went to the waiting room. And waited. And waited. Brynn found us and said it may be a while. Of course, it's an Emergency Room. All Dave's vital signs were fine, but they had a gadzillion tests to do before they would release him. Brynn stays with him while the rest of us find a restaurant for lunch. After returning from lunch we call Brynn on her cell and ask her to come out to the parking lot. No need to have everyone picking up anymore germs in the waiting room. We make the decision to move the luggage, car seats, etc. around in the three cars and continue on without Brynn and Dave. Kind of get lost for a short time, but then see the Delaware Memorial Bridge. Another hour and a half later we are unloading our cars at our condo. An hour or so later Brynn and Dave arrive. Dave's leg improved as the week progressed and, as you can see, was all better for our annual shore photo. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Shore Shot from '09 featuring row 1: Derek, Caden, Camille, Brynn, row 2: Barb, Courtney, Dave, top: Carol, LDub. Our son Tad was working this year during the week of our vacation and isn't in the pix.

The "Tainted Cookie" Story

It was an ordinary day. I had just gotten up and was reading the newspaper. I had the local TV Channel on in the background. Kinda like killing two birds at the same time. A story on the TV all of a sudden caught my attention. Slimfast Company was recalling all of its liquid drink products. I walked over to the pantry and there were the drinks on the shelf. I pulled one off and compared it to the photo on the TV. Yep, it's what we have in the pantry. I walk to the steps and yell to Carol to turn on TV quickly so she can see about the recall. For a few days she had been complaining about her stomach being unsettled. Bingo! Now we know why. Could cause diarrhea and nausea was what they said on the TV. Throw all your supply out. Yea, right! We have 14 cans in the pantry. Just throw them out? The next day I try Slimfast's website and there on the top of the screen is a place to email them your address and how many you are throwing out. OK. Will they really believe me? How many people will lie about it? Maybe they will send a replacement or a coupon........or maybe they will hope you forget about it. Almost a year ago to the day I was reading the newspaper and watching TV when the same thing happened. Anyone with Nestles' Chocolate Cookie Dough in a plastic tub purchased since a certain date should discard it because of e-coli contamination. That's just dandy! We just bought a tub at Costco. Last night Carol baked the entire tub of cookies for a workshop where she is employed and I naturally tested them for her. A few extra after she went up to bed! I can feel my stomach start to feel queasy already. By the end of the day the diarrhea had struck. Was it all in my head? Maybe some, but an awful lot came out the other end. Well, I decided to pack up all the uneaten cookies and head to Costco for a refund. Put them all in a bag and took them with the empty container to the store. Couldn't find the receipt, but hey, I had the cookies and the tub. I entered and headed to the "Returns" counter. A extremely pregnant girl was there to greet me. The odor coming from the bag was overwhelming. Chocolate cookie smells. She grabbed the bag and opened it, looking in for a moment. She knew why I was there. There were more tubs behind her in a cart. She said, "You're really mean. I have this craving for chocolate and this smell is killing me!" It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Lost Night" Story

It was an ordinary day. We were headed to the top of the mountain located in Havensight which is next to the cruise dock in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. We are riding the Paradise Point Tramway which will take us to "The Best Sunset In Paradise." Jerry and Just Sue are joining Carol and I for one of the best days of our vacation. As we get on the tram we are each given a coupon for a free drink at the "Happy Hour at Paradise Point." Don't want to miss this! The coupon is good for a Coors Light or a Rum Punch and also good for a free ride down the mountain after we have had enough fun. The view is gorgeous from the restaurant on the top of the mountain. Below us is Charlotte Amalie, the capital of St. Thomas. Two cruise ships are in the harbor and their lights are starting to twinkle in the pre-dawn light. We are lucky to be some of the first people to arrive and select a table by the edge so we have some of the best seats in the restaurant. I have my trusty Minolta autofocus SLR with me tonight to document the occasion. I have a fresh roll of 36 exposures so I don't miss anything. Shoot a couple shots at twilight and a few of the ships as they make their way out of the harbor. Fantastic!! We are ready to order our meal. If only the food was on the same par as the view. Hot dogs and baked beans with cole slaw plus another round of rum punches for all of us......and this was one of the better choices. NO PROBLEM! We're in heaven! An hour later a four piece Oldies Band sets up next to us and begins playing. I stuff a few dollars in the jar and ask for a Buffett song. I continue to document the evening with photos of the band and time lapse exposures of the harbor showing the planes coming down into the airport. About two hours later we decide it's time to try to find our way home. We walk over to the tram and.........what? It's closed. We missed the last car down. "You can either walk down the road or wait for the bus that can take you down," said the bartender. A NO BRAINER ! The bus is full and tends to lean quite a bit, but we make it down. The car ride back to Crystal Cove was a piece of cake. The next day is our final day and after check-out we grab a cab to take us to the airport. On the way to the airport I see some more neat shots so I load another roll of film in my camera. After check-in and security we head to the concourse to wait. All of a sudden it hits me. MY FILM! The one with all the neat shots. It's on the back seat of the cab. NO PHOTOS FOR YOU!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "FlyZone" Story

It was an ordinary day. We had just finished eggs for breakfast at our villa and were headed to the Loterie Farm in St. Martin to do the “FlyZone”, a high speed zip line. In their literature they say, “Dude! If you have fear of heights, read no further. If you have fear of speed, read no further. But, if you are an adrenaline junkie who loves nature, or if your love of nature supersedes your fear of heights and speed, well then, read on.” I wish I had read that BEFORE we went. The Loterie Farm is located in Pic Paradis, a beautiful area on the highest mountain in St. Martin. They advertise they open at 9:00 AM so we got there at 9:00 AM. Closed! Waited 45 minutes and someone finnaly came and opened the gate. Then we remembered, everything is on island time! We paid our fee and met our guide. After we were suited-up in our gear, we climbed our first tree. Up a wooden ladder. Couldn't get much tougher than that we thought. Then we attached our belt to the overhead line and zipped down an incline of about 50 feet. To stop you smashed into the padding at the next tree. Then we walked across a swinging wooden bridge to the next platform. From there we walked on a three inch diameter rope while holding onto thick metal cables. Then another zipping thrill ride to the next platform. While all this is taking place our guide “Mikey the Cable Guy” is standing beneath us with our cameras documenting our struggles. And this is fun? I’m still not sure how Mikey knew which camera was mine, since he was holding three others also, and they all looked the same. In the distance we could see and hear the green monkeys playing in the trees. Now we had to walk across a series of old tires that were tied together. It was at this point I said to Carol, “We can get down at the next tree if you want.” But, we didn't. Remember, we are in our 60s!! After a little over an hour of climbing over every kind of bridge imaginable and crisscrossing high above the deep and forested canyon we reach the final platform. We can see the cable ends at a tree about 40 feet below and 1/4 mile away. This will be a RIDE! Sure enough. We travel at speeds of 40 kph and arrive below in no time at all. We are soaked in sweat, our bodies sore already, but we have smiles on our faces. We have a photo taken with Mikey and head to the Hidden Forest Cafe for lunch. WE SURVIVED!! BARELY! And I got the correct camera back!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Equipment Malfunction" Story

It was an ordinary day. It’s a Saturday and Carol, Tad and I are headed to another hockey game. Our son Tad plays for the Lancaster Firebirds in a youth hockey league. This afternoon his game is at The Skatium Ice Rink in Haverford, Pennsylvania, a town in Delaware County which is to the southeast of us. Last night Tad slept with three of his teammates at Kevin K’s house. Besides Tad and Kevin, Rodney B. who is the leading scorer on the team and Russell M. the goalie were there. We picked Tad up about a half hour ago at Kevin’s house and loaded the goalie’s equipment as well as the other three boys’ equipment in our van. If you have ever traveled with hockey equipment, you’ll know what the smell is like. SWEATY!! And we had four sets of it after a game on Saturday. Tad traveled with us since the other car was full. They gave us directions to the rink, since they couldn’t leave immediately. Directions sounded easy, since the rink supposedly is off of Rt. 30E. The key word is SUPPOSEDLY! This is pre-cell phone era and pre-GPS era. We got lost!! We stopped for directions three times and each time got different directions. One time we stopped at a neighborhood corner store near Philadelphia. I got out and told them to lock the doors until I got back. I went in the store and the cashier was behind bullet-proof glass. He had no idea where Haverford was, let alone an ice rink. Well, after two hours of searching and game time in five minutes, we made the decision to find our way home. Tad was not a happy camper. He would have to explain why we didn’t get there. After all we had the goalie’s equipment and the other two boy’s equipment. About an hour later we got home and stretched out in front of the TV to try to unwind after our crummy day. About two hours later the door bell rang. Tad answered the door and found his teammates standing there. Boy were they worried!! They thought something terrible had happened to us on our way down and stopped to see if they could help. We shared our story with them and they told us the other team supplied them with equipment for the game. All was finally well at LDubs’ that night. They promised us they would never ask us to bring the equipment with us again!!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - In pix, Tad is the center player in the back row.

The "Choo Choo" Story

It was an ordinary day. My grandson Caden and I are headed to the train station to see the trains. I never get tired of going to see the trains. I used to live a block from the station when I was a child. I spent many days at the station watching the trains and playing with my friends at the station. Guess I'm still a child. Caden enjoys them as much as I do. It's a cold morning and we find a parking spot close to the entrance. As we are getting out of the car I see that a commuter train is at platform No. 1. "Come on, Caden," I yell to him. We can see it before it leaves. We run directly over to what used to be the Railway Express dock to see the passengers unloading. "Let's go!" I said. "We can make it to the platform before they leave." Over to the entrance we both run. He is only 4 years old, but can motor. Open the big entrance door, up the marble stairs with the brass handles, through the lobby (everyone watching as we run as fast as we can), down the stairs to the platform. The conductor waves to us as he is signaling to the engineer that everyone is aboard. He steps in the train and closes the door. Then the train slowly starts. Doesn't make as much noise as it used to. It's electric! We run along side of it for about 25 feet and give up. Too tired! At least I am. I have brought Caden here before, but he still enjoys me telling him about the yellow warning lines along the edge of the platform and about the concrete railroad ties that used to be wood. We talk about where the train was going and when the next one will come. "Let's go see if we can find a schedule so we know when the next one will arrive." I tell him. As we are heading to the steps to go back up to the lobby, we see someone dressed in an Amtrak uniform. I ask him if he knows when the next train will arrive. "Yes, in about a half an hour, but on the Westbound platform. Heading to Harrisburg. You want me to snap a photo of the two of you with your camera?" "You betcha. Thanks," I answer. OK, now what do we do for half an hour? How about going up and down the elevator a couple of times and sliding down the big brass railings like I did hundreds of times. On our way to the steps and the railings we see a small cafe which is in the lobby. "How about a donut and milk?" I ask Caden. "Sure Tampah," he responds. Out of donuts today. OK, we'll have some cookies. We each select a pack of soft chocolate chip cookies and we get a pint of chocolate milk to share. We sit in the lobby and watch the passengers coming and going while we share the milk and eat our cookies. "Just about time for the train to come," I tell him. "Let's go, Tampah!!" he yelled. This time to a different platform. We ride the elevator down and get off on the platform. In a few minutes we can see the headlight of the train. As it slows coming into the station, Caden is excited. So am I! We head to the engine and the engineer opens his window. He shows Caden what buttons and switches he uses and then shows us the most important thing in the engine. He holds up his coffee cup! We look back at the train and see the conductors signaling to the engineer. Then we hear the familiar, "All Aboard!" Off it goes. Left on the platform are Caden and I and a fellow carrying a collapsible bicycle. Now that's another story! It was an extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "One that got away" Story

It was an ordinary day. Gary had the boat waiting for us. Today may be different! It's about 7:00 AM and we're heading to our favorite fishing hole near Kentmore Park, Maryland. The boat is loaded with fishing rods, tackle and worms. Today we have a full crew for our trip. Gary and his 7 year old son Rob as well as myself and my 8 year old son Tad and 10 year old daughter Brynn. Our favorite fishing hole is about a 15 minute boat ride from our pier. It's our second day of vacation and yesterday everyone caught a monster, but Tad. We enter a small stream and have to maneuver around a sand bar to get into the cove where the big ones reside. The big ones are the channel catfish which inhabit the waters of the Chesapeake Bay and surrounding streams and rivers. We have caught catfish up to two feet long and four to five pounds in these waters. Today will be no different. Bait the hook with a worm, cast a few feet from the boat and wait.......about three to four minutes and your bound to get a bite. We always do. "I got one!" I yell after about a minute and a half. "No you don't," someone calls out. Really bends the pole an swims under the boat. Luckily I'm sitting in the front of the boat so I just swing my rod around under the front and finally land him on the other side. An eel! "Don't put that thing in my boat," Gary yells to me. They are extremely slimy. This one is about 18" long and about 2 1/2" in diameter. I grab hold of him and manage to get him off the hook. Discharged him back into the water. My hands have slim all over them. Then Tad yells, "I got a bite," and adds "I think I got him." Yep, he does. A really nice catch. One of the monster catfish. Tad now has him up to the side of the boat. I grab the net and bring him on board. I find the barb on his back and put my hand behind it so he doesn't "sting" me. Must be about four pounds. Tad's beaming with pride. It made his day!! We'll take this one back for supper and so everyone can see what Tad caught. Even got a nice photo of it. I stand to remove the hook from his mouth, my hands still slimy from the eel. Guess what happened next! He flaps his tail, wiggles off the hook and heads overboard. The end of the world. At least for Tad. The rest of the morning was slow with Tad sulking and moping. We head back with very little to show, but a great tale to tell. Only one who didn't want to share in the tale was Tad. He was crying! PS - In memory of Gary H.

The "Making A Point" Story

It was an ordinary day. I was teaching legal restrictions to my first level graphic arts students. These are students who are juniors or seniors in high school. We are reviewing what you may or may not copy from books, magazines and other printed material. Some printed material you may use if you credit the author with a footnote or acknowledgement. Some items may be used if the copyright has expired. I am talking about how you find out about all the information needed to legally use these items. We then head to the use of music lyrics and copying songs for use at home and in printing or writing stories such as term papers. I am teaching this lesson in the mid-1970s and therefore don't have as much to share as I might have today with all the written information that is produced today on the internet. We discuss the use of photographs that may appear in print and how you can ask for permission to use these photos. I always like to add personal stories to my lessons, since most of my students in my class know my kids and can relate to events that occur in my life. Today the story is about an ad that appeared in our local newspaper, the Lancaster New Era. It seems that Hager's Department Store had taken a full page ad in the newspaper to illustrate items they have for sale for children. That evening as I was reading the paper I noticed the page, but passed on to other articles. A few minutes later my Aunt Lillian called and asked me if I saw the ad in the paper. "Yeah, I saw it, but what's so important about that page?" I asked her. She responded, "Well didn't you see the photo of the baby they used in the ad?" I opened the page again and holy cow, there was a photo of my youngest child, Tad. It seems Hager's had a promotion where they would give you a free photo of your child if you had his photo taken at their store. Naturally they want you to buy more. Hey, we went to all those deals and never had to buy a single posed photo, what with all the free ones we were getting. When I picked it up they tried to sell me more and I refused and then they wanted me to sign a release which I didn't. Well, that photo now appears in their ad. That's illegal because they are using his image to try to sell something! By now the students in class are all ears to find out what I did!! I told them that the next day I called Hager's Store and asked to talk to the manager. I told him how much I enjoyed the ad in the paper yesterday. He had to know something was up after I said that. Then I hit him with, "Did you have written permission to use my son's photo in you ad?" Quiet on the other end of the line. "What do you want?" was his response. "I could use a new baby buggy, high chair and a year's supply of disposable diapers," I told him. Quiet again!! Then I told him that what he did was illegal, which he already knew. He apologizedand I told him I really don't want anything, but he better take better precautions not to let that happen or he may face a lawsuit someday. Now the students are all yelling at me, "You should have sued him! Why didn't you take the baby buggy or diapers? You could have been rich," I may not have become rich, but I really accomplished what I wanted in the lesson for the day, didn't I? It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Quite an Honor" Story

It was an ordinary day. I am headed to Harrisburg with my boss and high school principal, Mr. C. Wendell H. and Barry W. who is the chairman of the Industrial Arts Department at MTHS. We are headed to the Capitol Rotunda for a formal welcome for the winners of Pennsylvania Academy for the Profession of Teaching’s “Salute to Teaching”. It seems that I have been chosen as one of three educators from Lancaster County to receive the award of “Educator of the Year". Donald Kraybill, who is a professor at Elizabethtown College and Kenneth Shields, who is a professor at Millersville University are also being honored. I was nominated for the award by my education association who selected me from a pool of nominees. I was then chosen to represent all of the outstanding public school teachers from our county. I was a graduate of MTHS and returned there 24 years ago to teach Graphic Arts and Photography and to coach. QUITE AN HONOR!! After our welcome we are headed to the noontime luncheon and program at the Holiday Inn Center City. The keynote speaker was Dr. Grady Bogue who is the Chancellor of LSU. He is speaking on his recent book, “A Journey of the Heart: Celebrations of the Call to Teaching.” You know, I was so excited and in awe of everything that was happening that I have no idea what he said that day. My “Journey of the Heart", from a scared little kid entering first grade to accepting this prestigious award for outstanding teaching had many side roads and expressways; from being an average student in high school with no idea of a profession, to being accepted at college with just average high school grades with the understanding that I would have to major in Industrial Arts because there was a shortage in IA teachers in the state, to taking a job before graduation because of this shortage, to getting my “Dream Job” at my Alma mater, to writing the curriculum and text book for the course that I would teach for 30 years, to leading the school’s rifle team to the State Championship, to being the adviser to the school yearbook for 31 years, to being nominated for an award for doing something that I truly enjoyed. What a journey! Receiving the award certainly didn’t make teaching any easier, but it made me realize that I really did make the right career choice. Along the way my parents and my family all played a major part in the journey. My wife Carol and my kids Derek, Brynn and Tad all influenced my decisions I made during my teaching career. I retired from teaching in 1999, but still work for the school district. I was recruited to do the Middle School yearbook immediately after I retired and also still do the in-house printing that is needed for the school district. In 2010, I will celebrate 59 years in Manheim Township School District, as both student and employee. I'd love to reach 60 years. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - I really had hair at one time.

The "All-Star" Story

It was an ordinary day. We were off to watch another field hockey game at MTHS. Our daughter Brynn is the goalie for the varsity team. This will be her fourth and final year of playing hockey. As a freshman she decided to change to goalie from "sweeper" when the coach told the team they had no goalie. It wasn't without some problems though. Two weeks before the season was to start she was cleaning a showcase I had made her to hold her spoon collection and she kicked the glass front glass panel with her bare feet. Not on purpose, mind you! Sliced a half-inch into her big toe. After having the stitches removed a week and a half later she got the OK from the doctor to play. Not only did she become a goalie, she became a fantastic goalie. The 1988 Freshman team went undefeated with a record of 11-0-2. She was selected the Co-Captain of the team at the beginning of the season. Not bad for only her third year of playing field hockey. As a senior she registered nine shutouts in goal as she led her team to a record of 11-4-1 and the school's first ever post-season entry in the District Playoffs. Again, she was voted a tri-captain by her teammates. Brynn also played freshman girl's basketball. She didn't go out for the team until she was in 9th grade, but did get to start at forward that year. Her most memorable experience while playing in a game was being called for an unwarranted foul and replying to the referee, "Holy Foul." For that she was awarded a technical and a seat on the bench. We could see the coach laughing though, since she always used the same statement many times herself. Brynn learned well! As much as basketball wasn't her favorite, softball probably was. She made the varsity team as a freshman and was called on to pinch hit in an early game that year and got the first hit in the game and drove in a run. She became a starter shortly after that game. As a sophomore she was picked for the Lancaster-Lebanon League All-Star Team as the second baseman. Much success followed in her high school softball career. The following year her coach asked her to try some pitching. I jumped right in and we worked on the pitching in our yard on Janet Ave........at least for a time or two until she put a ball through the screened in porch with one of her fastballs. Her speed was astonishing, but she had a hard time controlling it. She finally settled in at shortstop for the rest of her career. Well, back to the hockey game today. I'm wandering the sidelines taking photos and at times slip behind the goal and give her some tips, which I'm sure she ignores or she would never have been the goaltender that she was. Every year for Christmas we would give Brynn an ornament for the tree which usually was either a hockey ball or softball listing her accomplishments for the year. So glad she didn't excel at basketball!! The tree couldn't have handled it. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Lil' Bro" Story

It was an ordinary day. We were getting ready to head to my niece Kelly and her husband Shawn’s house in Ephrata for a get-together. My brother Steve and my sister-in-law Kathy will also be there. Steve is my younger brother who carries our dad’s name, Paul, as his middle name. I was five years old and living on Queen Street when Steve was born. Our house was a three bedroom house with one bathroom. Mom and Dad had the bedroom at the front of the house and I had the bedroom at the rear of the house. When Steve joined us he was stuck with the tiny room in the middle which was just big enough for his bed. The room had a single window which was needed in the summer, since we had no air conditioning. I usually got to do what I wanted and Steve followed along. I raised guinea pigs when I was younger while Steve raised rabbits. Our Grandpap got both of us started with the raising animal thing by buying them for us at Roots’ Sale which is a framer’s market. Mom and Dad weren’t always happy about the acquisitions, but did support us in raising the animals. I do remember vacations along the Chesapeake at Crystal Beach with our cousins Judy and George. Judy was one year younger than me and George was one year younger than Steve, so we got to boss them around. My Mom’s sister, my Aunt Lois, came with us many summers. She was a late addition to my Mom's household and was only a year older than me. The five of us always had a great time together. Steve never enjoyed going to Sunday School so one Sunday he snuck downstairs early in the morning and found my parent’s house keys. He then proceeded to lock himself in his tiny bedroom knowing that they couldn’t get in. Well, my Dad went to the basement and got his hammer and screwdriver and proceeded to remove the hinges just in time to get to Sunday School with Steve and me. I remember going to watch Steve pitch for the Schick midget-midget little league team and totally dominating the game. He did this most times he pitched. He was a lefty who was big for his age and could really throw the ball. He was a tremendous pitcher who excelled in high school, but didn’t get along well with the coach. Seems Coach K. would never let him start a game. He was saved for relief! Coach told him he would bring him in as twilight approached and the other team wouldn’t see his fastball. Yeah, right! One game he was needed as the third inning started and struck out all 15 (you are reading this correctly) batters he faced!! And the Coach wouldn’t let him start. You figure it out! He pitched for good old Manheim Township HS in the mid to late 6o’s and still holds records to this day for career and relief appearances as well as career saves. These records have stood for over 40 years. Quite an accomplishment. Of course, he has Coach K. to thank for using him only in relief. Steve also was a fantastic basketball player. My girlfriend Carol, who later became my wife, and I went to most of his games in his senior year. That’s because he only went out for basketball in his senior year. He still holds the school record for most points scored in a game when he scored 42 points against Penn Manor. That is when there were no three point baskets. His total would have been much higher if his long shots would have been worth three points instead of two. He also won a few games for the football team with his tremendous punting. He was a truly great high school athlete. As a student, he was like me, just OK. I remember the day he brought his report card home and Dad had to be taken to the doctor, since my Mom thought he was having a heart attack after seeing Steve’s report card. Steve earned a scholarship to play basketball at North-East Louisiana State, but after playing one year joined the Marines. I remember when he came home from basic training at Camp Lejune and grabbed me by the neck. He said, “I was taught how to kill in three seconds.” I responded, “You better hope the Viet Cong can’t do the same in two seconds.” He later became the Marine Corp’s heavyweight overseas boxing champion. By now Steve was 6’ 6” and about 250 pounds. Anything to get out of other duties. As the years went by, he was my best man as was I his best man at our weddings. He got married to the love of his life, Kathy and has two great kids, Kelly and Matt. Now he is the proud Grandparent of Megan and Jack who we will see tonight at our get-together. I credit Steve with getting me my teaching position at MT. His basketball coach loved him and happened to be the head of the Industrial Arts Department. One well placed request by Steve got me the job, no questions asked. One of my brother’s best attributes is something I still share with him. He is a loyal Phillies Fan!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - beach photo ID: (l-r) Aunt Lois, cousin Judy, cousin George, LDub (standing), Mom, Lil' Bro Steve. Below Steve and I compare our new jewelry additions.

The "Creole or Bust" Story

It was an ordinary day. Carol and I have just returned from our adventure of the day on the island of St. Martin and are headed back to the pool at our villa to relax. Boy, do we need to relax! Today's adventure was a thrilling ride to Creole Rock to snorkel. It was a 2 1/2 hour guided tour which is called "The 3-Time Winner of the Prestigious Tour of the Year Award. Thrilling is a little weak to describe the tour. We rode what are called Rhino Boats which are small rubberized rafts that are equipped with very large Mercury outboard engine. You attempt to sit on and straddle the center console on the raft. I steered the Rhino and Carol held on to me. REALLY HELD ON! We were with three other couples who rode, skipped and splashed our way to Creole Rock. We were definitely the oldest couple, but probably the best skilled at staying on the seat and in the raft. You fly across the water at about 35 MPH, but it feels like 100 MPH. At times there is nothing but air between the bottom of the Rhino and the water. Lucky for us, the waves today were very slight. I can't imagine doing this when the waves are higher. We followed our guide Peter who has done this for a few years and at times seemed to be trying to lose us. We arrived at Creole and Peter tied all our Rhinos together and then fastened them to a buoy. Everyone in the water. We experienced some of the best snorkeling we have ever done on St. Martin. Colorful fish as well as colorful coral. Water was 30 to 40 meters deep most places. An hour later it was time to get back in the Rhino boats. Yea, right. They are extremely slippery and we are covered with suntan solution and have life vests which are also slippery. Luck for me I managed to pull myself up on the first try. Carol was struggling and I couldn't seem to help her. OK, here comes Peter across the tied up boats to assist. He has her face away from the Rhino, reaches under her arms and in one smooth motion lifts her out of the water onto the edge of the boat. She was so surprised at how quick it was that as she started to lift her legs to get in, she fell back into the water. OK, Peter. Again. This time he pulled her the whole way into the raft. On our return trip we hugged the shore to do some sightseeing. Much easier to stay on the seat when traveling at a slower speed. After returning we exited the boats and headed for the car. Our legs were extremely wobbly and sore from the experience. The Rhino Boats were probably one of the highlights of our trip, but I'm sure we will remember them way more tomorrow morning. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - top pix shows us with Peter our guide while bottom pix shows just how thrilled Carol was on the Rhino. Held the camera over my shoulder to take the pix.

The "Pistol Packin' Railroad Man" Story

It was an ordinary day. I was talking to my friend Jerry. Just checkin in to see what he did during the week. I usually call him every Sunday. I sometimes forget, but that's what happens when you get older. Jerry and I go way back. WAY BACK! I’m sure you probably have a friend who you have known for years. We met over a half century ago. You know how many years that is? We lived about two blocks from each other, but didn’t really meet until we entered elementary school at MJ Brecht Elementary in Manheim Township. My Mom wouldn’t let me cross streets by myself until I went to school. Our first grade teacher was Mrs. Good and we became friends while in her class. We shared most of the same teachers throughout our elementary years. The fact that we lived on opposite sides of busy Rt. 72 prevented us from being closer friends until later in our lives. My Mom wouldn’t let me cross Rt. 72 to visit Jerry, even when I was in elementary school! At times I would see him at the railroad station where his Dad worked. We entered junior high, but never seemed to be in the same classes together. We did had some good neighborhood football games during our junior high years which were played on the lawn on the west side of the railroad station. His neighborhood usually played my neighborhood. Both teams were pretty good and we had quite a few memorable games (check my story “I think he’s dead). We both decided to play football when we entered 9th grade. Jerry was small and I was skinny. Knew we wouldn’t go far. We only got to play in one game that first year and that was during halftime of a varsity game. They were showcasing what was coming they said. Yeah, right. We were crummy. Jerry was #72 and the center and I was #68 and the quarterback for one of the teams that game. If I had only realized that they don't give a prospective quarterback #68, I might have changed positions. Maybe I could have been the manager. We played against our own teammates and both teams wore the same color uniforms. Can you imagine how hard it was to figure out who was on your team. Our game lasted only ten minutes and we had to clear the field for the start of the second half of the varsity game. We did win the game when Jerry led the blocking for a quarterback sneak into the endzone for the only touchdown in the 10 minute game! Our 10 minutes of fame!! It was our last year playing organized football. When we were old enough to drive we bought cars. Jerry is a good mechanic and helped me rebuild my ‘53 Henry J in the garage behind his house. I'm not sure his dad knew we were doing that and using his tools. After finishing the rebuild, we took the car out to the unfinished Rt. 30 Bypass and drove around the barriers to take Mr. J. for a trial run. In high school my parents wanted me to take the college prep courses while Jerry took most of the shop courses, therefore we didn’t see much of each other. After high school Jerry entered the Navy while I headed to Millersville State Teacher’s College. Jerry married while in the Navy to Sue, his high school sweetheart (at least one of them). Sue was in our graduating class. After he left the Navy he returned and entered Millersville with the hope of becoming a teacher. Five years after graduation from high school I was teaching at my alma mater, MT. Shortly afterward, Jerry did his student teaching at MT in the room right next to my classroom. For years we worked together teaching until he became head of grounds and maintenance for the school district. In 1999 we both retired from good old MT and planned a retirement trip together. Two weeks in Hawaii with our sweethearts. We had the best time together. Upon return, Jerry and Sue moved from Lancaster to Sue’s old stomping ground of State College. Carol and I found it neat to explore a new part of Pennsylvania with our friends. Every few months we would travel back and forth for visits and once a year we have been traveling to the Caribbean together. Jerry has always enjoyed the railroad since his Dad worked for Railway Express when Jerry was young. Jerry later worked part-time at the Strasburg RR near Lancaster during summers while teaching. He shoveled coal into the steam engine. Fun job?? After moving to State College, Jerry built an HO railroad layout in the lower level of his home. Reconstructed the Lancaster Train Station. REALLY NEAT! Every visit I get to see what’s new on the layout. I also got frequent calls to go over to the train station and tell him what color this was or how many bricks covered that. Hey, we knew how to use cell phones now. Jerry also recently went deer hunting for the first time. Bought himself a gun, but didn’t get a chance to use it yet. Now that’s not for me. Now, today he tells me he’s getting a pistol. Watch out, Sue. Any of you have a life-time friend like Jerry? We’ll hit 60 years of friendship in 2010. SIXTY!!! Jeez we’re getting old! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - In our 1st grade class photo Jerry is in front row on the far right while I'm in the back row, far left. My mom made me wear a jacket that day! In bottom photo, Jerry is the one with the mustache. Makes him look younger than me. Click on photos to enlarge them.

The "Communal Shower" Story

It was an ordinary day. For me anyway! But, for my wife Carol, it's her birthday!! We are traveling with our friends Jerry and Sue for it seems like the umpteenth time. We will be spending part of the day in an airplane. This birthday we are headed from St. Croix, which is a United States Virgin Island, to San Juan, and then on to Tortola, which is a British Virgin Island. We will be taking both trips on Cape Air which is a Caribbean airline. Got that? Our first flight has eight passengers and two pilots. It is in a small twin engine plane where they store some of our luggage in the wings and we carry the rest with us. They also seat us according to weight. Not many people like that, since they line you up on the runway after judging how much you weigh. I'm sure they wouldn't trust most people to give them their accurate weight. I would, but then again I'm tall and skinny. Or at least I used to be when we were on this trip. After take-off we see the two pilots looking at a map. The one on the right is pointing out the window to the right, so the other pilot heads the plane to the left. Makes sense to me! The second leg of our trip is in a plane of the same size, but with six passengers and only one pilot. When we check in we were given a number which we were told to hold. Remember, there are only six passengers. Why couldn't they just take a head count? And then.......what do we do if something happens to the one pilot? I'm writing this so I guess you know what happened. Fun flight with us flying closer to the water with a chance to see more sights. After arriving we head to Prospect Reef which is our lodging for the remainder of our trip. We wanted to stay here since they had a Dolphin Encounter. Two weeks before we left I was notified that the Government closed the Dolphin Encounter. Should have given us some clues about Prospect Reef. First evening we celebrated Carol's B-Day at a local restaurant. Fun time. Next morning....no hot water! We were promised it would be fixed soon. We headed by ferry to another island called Virgin Gorda for the day. Named so because of the rock formation that looks like a reclining virgin. Great island. The "Baths" are the main attraction on the island. Huge boulders that supposedly erupted from the sea during an earthquake. Back at Prospect we still had no hot water. They did give us a key to another section of the place so we could shower in some one elses room. Next day off to Peter Island to snorkel. Unbelievable!! Truly great snorkeling. We saw a few sea turtles, fish of all colors and then.......Carol and I were surrounded by a herd of small silvery fish (Carol tells me that's called a school) and we could see nothing but fish on all sides of us. Kind of scary since big fish feed on these smaller ones. Then we saw 'em! Long, silver, sleek with big, no REALLY BIG teeth. We were told not to wear jewelry to snorkel because it attracts them, but didn't listen. Too late now. BARRACUDA!!! And they're after the small fish. Boy, did we splash and splash. Scared the crap out of everything around us, including ME! Oh the memories! After returning we showered again with the neighbors. Not bad! Made short trips to smuggler's cove and the rainforest the next day........and a trip to the neighbors. It will be fixed soon we are again told. Hey, don't hurry on account of us. They needed a part from Florida which had to be shipped to Tortola. ON ISLAND TIME! Well, our final day has arrived and we head to C & F Bar and Restaurant for our final meal. We really didn't want to go there. We had this special place in town that we wanted to try, but when we hailed a taxi, he told us he had a great place for us to eat local food. OK, why not. It was his sister's house!! She called it a restaurant. But, it was a monstrous meal. I had 2, yep 2, lobsters for next to nothing. So much that we couldn't eat all of it. Next morning we shower down the road, pack and head to the office for check out. "Oh, by the way, the parts we need to fix the shower arrived this morning. Your shower will be fixed by noon," they tell us as we turn in our keys. It as another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Enquirer Cookbook" Story

It was an ordinary day. I had just come back from the Post Office. I was checking our PO Box to see if we had any orders. Carol and I had three kids which at times required as many funds as possible and for years we had tried all ways to strike it rich. Carol made smocked dresses and sold them. Didn't make a fortune off them. I made miniature baseball stadiums that you could use to play the APBA game. Didn't make a fortune off them. We needed something with mass appeal. We had purchased a National Enquirer to take on vacation so we would have some fun reading. While leafing through the paper we found our answer. We will advertise something in the classified section. Unbelievable circulation. If half the people who subscribe or buy the paper buy something from us, we will strike it rich. Now what can we make to sell? What would someone from all over the world be interested in from Lancaster County? THE AMISH! OK, now what do we do with the Amish, or even the Pennsylvania Dutch. How about a gas fireplace made by people who look like they are Amish? Nah, no one would buy those. How about a book about the Amish. Nah, that's already been done. Hey, how about a cookbook with recipes from Lancaster County. Now we're on to something! OK, let's gather together all our relatives really good recipes and put them in a book. We started to put together our favorites. Irene, a friend of the family made fantastic baked beans. That will be one. My Grandpap's famous Chicken Corn Soup with a worm in it. Another one. Also Grandpap's Oyster stuffing, Aunt Lillian's Cherry Cake, my Mom's Chicken Pot Pie, Alice's Fruit Pudding, Judy's Strawberry Pie, Molly's Apple Pudding, Uncle Albert's Ice Cream, Aunt Bea's Coconut Cake, Aunt Betsy's Sand Tarts, and the list goes on. We came up with 49 great recipes. Carol typed them and I printed them on a light blue paper and designed a cover which was printed on a heavier weight blue paper. Looked pretty spiffy! Made 100 to start. We knew they would last a short time after we advertised. Someone told me I should not give my home address in the ad so I had to take out a PO Box for the people to send their money to for purchase. It was all coming together. Ad cost about $50 for 3 lines for one time placement and the PO Box cost about $40 for a month. The price to print the books was about $25. We decided to charge $2.00 for the recipe book plus the shipping. Now all we do is wait and rake in the money. A week passed and nothing. Monday after school I stopped at the Post Office and found a envelope. We sold one! Well, after a month we had sold three. To this day we still have a few left. As a matter of fact, I made Mom's Potato Soup the other night. Recipe right from the pages of "49 Lancaster County Recipes." Best Potato soup you'll ever eat. I guess people knew we weren't Amish or even Dutch. Maybe we should have stuck with the fireplaces. Somebody's bound to try that sometime. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Favorite Gift" Story

It was an ordinary day. We had just finished opening our presents! I know, that's not really ordinary. Got all the things on my list this year. Plus some! Did you? Then I started to reminisce. What gift or gifts are the most memorable for you? I have a few that really stick out and if I can remember back that far, they must really have meant something. My first memorable gift was one my Aunt Doris bought for me when I was nine years old. My Grandma and Aunt Doris lived on Pine St. and when I entered the house, there it was. A two wheel Schwinn bicycle. Beautiful red and white colors. Didn't take long for me to learn how to ride it. It was my constant companion at home on Queen St. Now that was certainly memorable. My next great present was almost as nice, and had the same amount of wheels. My mom and dad got me a three speed bike with hand brakes when I was 12 years old. The latest technology! Out for a spin I went. About two blocks from my house on Ross St. I needed to brake fast. Not ever having hand brakes before, I didn't know the power of them. I pulled on my right hand and the front brake grabbed..........and threw me over the handlebars. MY NEW BIKE! Didn't care about the cuts I had. All I cared about was the scratch on the bike. I rode the bike home, hiding my injuries and never told a soul about it.......until now! Another memorable gift was the set of spun aluminium hub caps my mom and dad got me for Christmas when I was 16. They were a perfect match for my '53 Henry J. What a great look! But, the gift that I will remember forever is the envelope with the $2 bill in it that my grandpap would give to all his grand kids each Christmas. It was all he could afford , but it wasn't the money that made the gift memorable. For five or six years before he died he would have his grand kids line up and pass in front of him as he sat in his easy chair in his living room on South Prince St. When it was your turn to receive your envelope, he would gently hold your hand and tell you to be a good boy or girl for your mom and dad. I'll always remember his caring look as he talked to you. Best Christmas gift ever. And yours? It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!

The "Soup Du Jour" Story

It was an ordinary day. We have just come home from lunch at Woody’s Crab House in North East, Maryland. Today we EACH had a bowl of cream of crab soup. I usually get a bowl when we go out to eat and Carol will take a few spoonfuls of it, but then pass it to me to eat the rest of the bowlful. We have been rating cream of crab soup for many years. It is now time to release the results! But, before I do I must tell you that my friend Dale K. has been testing it with Carol and I all those years. His wife Pat doesn’t like seafood so she isn’t part of our testing. Can you believe someone who lives near the Chesapeake Bay wouldn’t like cream of crab soup? It’s Unamerican! We have traveled to many cities, mostly cities which border the upper Chesapeake Bay, since the bay is famous for their “blue” crabs which make the best cream of crab soup. A few of the cities which have been part of our testing are: Alexandria, Annapolis, Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, Chesapeake City, Chestertown, Havre de Grace, North East, Rock Hall, St. Michaels and Tilghman Island. Some cities we have been in more than one restaurant to test the soup. And most cities were visited several times over the years. Some were fantastic, some were very good and some were just OK. Remember this is cream of crab soup and anything with crab meat in it can’t be any worse than than just OK. We tested a bowl in a restaurant on the waterfront in Rock Hall, Maryland which had broken into our “Top 3”, but when we went back the next time for another bowl to make sure, it was filled with shells. What a disappointment. Eat a spoonful, spit the shells on the floor, eat a spoonful, spit the shells on the floor, etc. We took it off our “Top 3” list. We tried a bowl at The Crab Claw in St. Michaels, Maryland. It was very tasty, but was mostly cream sauce and did not have much crab meat in it. Same goes for Inner Harbor and Chestertown. After trying many bowls over the last five or more years, we have come up with our top 3 places to try Cream of Crab soup. Time for a drumroll..da..da..da..da. And the Winners are: #3 would have to be a tie between The Tidewater Grill in Havre de Grace, Maryland and Woody’s Crab House in Northeast, Maryland. Both are about equal. They are thick and rich with an adequate amount of crab meat in them. Neither restaurant is very fancy, and therefore may influence our opinion a little; #2 is The Chesapeake Inn located in Chesapeake City, Maryland. This soup has more than the creamy flavor, it has pureed vegetables and plenty of crab meat in it. The ambiance of the restaurant does help. Linens on the table by the waterfront always make anything taste better. You get a very large serving which is so rich that you may have trouble finishing your main entree; And....... Our #1 Choice for Best Cream of Crab Soup has to be without a doubt Carrol’s Creek Waterfront Restaurant in Annapolis, Maryland. Their historic location overlooks the waters of one of America’s most charming and historic cities. Their soup is rich in flavor with Jumbo crab meat pieces and a touch of Sherry. That touch of Sherry really does it for me. What a taste! They have been entering their soup in Maryland’s contests for years and have been judged as Maryland’s Best for many of those years. Have been there a few times and have never been disappointed. We found their recipe for the soup online a few years ago. Don’t know if it is still there. Carol, Dale and I are unanimous in our choice as #1. Try one of these places and see if you agree!!! It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - For best Maryland Crab Soup (tomato based) the Bayard House Restaurant in Chesapeake City has the best, also voted #1 by the State of Maryland in their annual contest.

The "Where's The Camel" Story

It was an ordinary day. I was heading to Lititz, PA to see my mother sing in the 2nd Annual Christmas Pageant at Moravian Manor. My mom moved to Morvavian Manor about two years ago and she has been an active part of the social scene since moving. As I arrive I pick up my program for the pageant called "I Love Christmas!" from the lady at the door, my Mother. My Aunt Virginia (my mom’s sister) and two of my cousins, Susan and Amy, are coming. I find a row of four seats near the rear and place the extra programs on the three seats next to me. I guess you are allowed to save seats! Two minutes later three ladies my mother’s age file in the row behind me with their walkers. Seeing the programs on the seats in front of them, they help themselves. OK. Hey mom, how about a few more programs over here. Before I get them on the seats, someone parks them self on the seat at the other end of my row. Now only two seats left. Where are they? It’s really getting crowded. A reserved section for wheelchairs is really filling up. A fellow in a wheelchair is pushed in and across the back of his seat is embroidered “Breezy”. Could mean anything, I guess. Here comes someone in a bed. Sounds good to me. I’ll bet there are about 250 people in Steinman Hall which is a multi-purpose room used as a church, auditorium and assembly room. The Hall has just been redone with new everything. Looks great, but I notice a different smell that I can’t quite figure out. Here comes my Aunt and Cousins. I give up my seat and they sit in the row I had saved. I look behind and see one seat left in the row behind me. Good choice. I strike up a conversation with the lady next to me who is having a good time and the show hasn’t even started. NOW IT’S SHOW TIME! First the bell choir. Three residents with one bell each shake it to the left, to the right, overhead and too the front all led by the director of the bell choir who stands in front of them and shows them where to shake the bell. I tap my cousin Susan on the shoulder and ask if she has a pen. I can see I’m going to have to take notes for a story on my blog. After two Christmas carols the audience is getting antsy. I’ll tell you, the Bell Choir director is truly a saint. Next comes “I Love Christmas”, A Musical Review. There are 15 members, my mother being one of them. The director has a great voice with good volume. It is definitely needed. One Christmas melody blends into another and really keeps the crowd clapping throughout. Then, here comes Santa!! A member of the staff works his way around the room hugging, kissing and shaking hands. Along the way he does cartwheels and handstands. Gets the crowd in a frenzy. My seat mate is going wild. A few rows in front of me I see movement. Here comes Mary and Joseph.......and “Sparky”! Sparky is a pony who is playing the donkey. Pretty neat for a retirement home!! Sparky reaches the front of the hall and decides he needs something to eat. That’s what that smell was, hay for Sparky. There is a microphone near him and you can hear him eating and chewing the carrot they give him and tapping out a code on the hardwood floor with his hoof. And the smell is also the pile that has developed behind Sparky. Baby Jesus suddenly appears from behind Mary and attracts the interest of Sparky. Next appear Shepherds and Angels. All parts are played by employees of Moravian Manor. Three of the Angels perform; two sing songs and the third plays a beautiful interpretation of “Ave Maria” on the violin. Now that brought tears to my eyes. Then the Wisemen enter. I look up front and see one of the shepherds with a bright red face and sweating profusely. Getting hot in the hall. Another shepherd, a young boy, has been picking his nose for most of the pageant. I guess they also did that back in those days. The choir director starts playing “Silent Night” and all join in. Really impressive presentation. The lady next to me agrees, but says with all seriousness, “I was expecting a camel!” It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Santa Mailman" Story

It was an ordinary day. Kind of! It was REALLY SNOWING! We were expecting between 12-24 inches of snow during the day. Hey, we don't have anywhere to go anyway. No problem here. I got my snow blower out and put fuel in it and started it to make sure I was ready. I bought it about five years ago when I got tired of shoveling my drive every time it snowed. It works great. Two years ago I didn't use it at all while last year I didn't need it either, but plowed the two inches we had during one storm just to use it again. Figured I paid for it and I'm going to use it. Well, I'm definitely going to need it later today. Noon came and we had about six inches. By 3:00 PM we had ten inches and it was time to plow. I had nothing to do and I was getting antsy so I put on my long johns, wool socks, sweatshirt, jacket, stocking cap, gloves and boots and headed out. Snowplow started on the first pull and I headed down the drive. Reversed at the other end and back up the incline. Around again for the next pass. But, something seems to be wrong. All the snow is gathering in front of the plow. Now what? The auger wasn't turning. Must have broken the shear pin so I got another one and started to replace it. That wasn't the problem. I tried everything and nothing worked. Now what? I shoveled for a while and gave up. Back started to hurt so I came in and filled the tub with hot water, climbed in and turn the air on. Boy does that work! As long as you stay in the tub! Just as I had settled in, Carol came in with the phone. Seems our neighbor Keith wanted to know if I wanted him to do our drive. Out of the tub, dressed and outside lickety split. He has a new snow blower and is anxious to use it a whole bunch. Keith was a former student of mine and had some heart problems this past summer so I mowed his lawn for a few weeks until he was able to do it again so I think he is trying to return the favor. It couldn't have been more welcomed. Well, after thanking him I thought I would check to see if the mail really does get through in all kinds of weather. Lo and behold, my check from the school district was in the mailbox and best of all, my Caribbean Travel and Life Magazine had arrived. That's better than the check. "25 Ultimate Beaches" it said on the cover. Boy can I use that. Maybe while I soak in the tub!! I ran inside and said to Carol, "Santa arrived early!" It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.

The "Ken-L-Ration Winner" Story

It was an ordinary day. I was eight years old and taking my dog for a walk around the block. Missy was a mixed breed that my parents had picked up for me at the S.P.C.A. She was black and white. Not sure what kind of mix, but she had long hair and looked like a...... well a dog! She was about two years old now and enjoyed walking around the neighborhood. I usually took her to the top of our block turned left for a half of block and left again. This led me back down the street to a big parking lot that was behind my house and usually empty since the printing company that occupied the the building next to it had gone out of business. We used the lot for all types of things such as playing "off the wall" which was baseball and also for football. It was also a great place to let Missy run. As we approached the lot today though, it was occupied with a Ken-L-Ration Dog Show. First time ever that they held something like this on the vacant space. They yelled to me to bring my dog over and register her for prizes. OK, sure why not. I was told that it was a neighborhood dog show and it would start soon. I counted about a dozen dogs which were in attendance. The show started and we had to walk our dogs around in a circle. They were going to pick their favorite. Top prize for this was a BIG bag of Ken-L-Ration Dog Food. Didn't win this, but I saw that they had a gazillion prizes so I was getting excited. Missy was on top of her game that day and won prizes for best smile, fastest around the cones they had placed in the lot and for best dog and owner. Kind of neat! What did we win? Well I went home with a ceramic cookie jar in the shape of a dog's head, a new dog's collar and a really neat table lamp shaped like a dog's head. All had Ken-L-Ration stamped or printed on them someplace. Didn't matter to me. But, the prizes that I liked the best were the three big Blue Ribbons that Missy and I had won. Missy and I were so proud to get home to show off our prizes. Mom was waiting for us at the back gate and said, "Where'd you get all those prizes?" She had as big a smile on her face as we did. I'm sure she was proud of Missy also. It was the most fun that Missy and I had together for a long time. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - Pix is of Missy an I when we were a few years younger. Taken by the large lot where she won the prizes.