I switched to my Dooney and Bourke purse last weekend. The Younkers lady complimented me on it yesterday as I paid for Pablo's new jeans - he ripped his old new jeans on a barbed wire fence while working. I was mighty pleased that the Younkers lady noticed my new designer purse.
So I walked with pride at Jordan Creek tonight. I had to go to Gap to look for plain white tees - to replace last years. It seems the underarms were looking kinda yellowish. Must be my deodorant. Can't be my armpits! I'm sure the Gap clerk was impressed with my purse.
I felt quite stylish between my new haircut and my purse, I must say. I stopped to get a hair product at one of those hair product store. I know - I'm getting you know. Snobby! But I've tried to get my WalMart purchased product to do the right thing with my hair and it's just not working. This stuff was $19 - avert your eyes Pablo...so it better work. If it doesn't, the good news is that I can take it back.
After stopping for hair junk, I ran into an old friend Tom Sullivan - we called him Sully. I had a crush on him before I fell for Mr. Poolboy. He's a veterinarian, and is married to Allison also a vet. I was just thinking about the fact that I hadn't seen Tom nor Allison since I've worked here. And Walla - here he was. We stood outside Scheels and caught up.
It was sure nice to see him - nice guy. Spent a lot of good times with that bunch - skiing, and in Wisconsin at Ridgeland. Paul has had fun pheasant hunting with Tom and our other buddy Mike through the years. I don't think Tom noticed the purse...or my hair.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Attack of the killer warts
When we were young we were attacked by warts. Especially Cindo Bean - she had them all over her knees and hands. I just had a couple on my hands and knees.
Mom took her to Dr. Crotti (not sure of spelling) the dermo in Omaha who came up with all types of wild ass things to try to get rid of the damn things. There was acid - which had to hurt. Then they had to cook up some paraffin - wax to put on them. That was supposed to suffocate the little bastards. Yet they persisted.
Eventually I think one too many grew, they killed themselves off. So they up and died. At least for Cindy. For me it took liquid nitrogen. I remember they brought this big vat - it looked like a milk vat but was full of sizzling stuff.
Dr. Wilcox stuck a few very long Qtips into it. Then he pulled one out and put it on the large wart on my ring finger. Sizzle sizzle. It hurt but not too awful bad. There was one on my palm too. It soon blistered. A few nights later, while lying in my twin bed in my room shared with Betsy at 202 Crombie I was pressing the blister - feeling it.
Suddenly I felt it shoot off my finger! It was gone! I turned on my reading light and looked for it in vain - where did it go? It must have been my first blister - I didn't realize it simply had popped. Oh what a learning experience!
More recently, daughter Amy had a monster gym wart on her foot. We tried liquid nitrogen several times at Dr. Hoyt's to no avail. So it was on to the foot Doc. That was kind of a racket - he arranged for foot surgery, in Red Oak no less with a laser, the week before Amy's college orientation, after all her high school sports were over. The surgery went fine, and Amy clomped across ISU campus in her big footie boot.
Later the wart appeared to come back a bit - Amy tried duct tape. I hope that works! Last week my Atown homie Jeanne said she heard the otc wart removers can take away age spots. So I bought Wartner to give it a try on my hands. So far no go...but it is a satisfying bit if pain, putting the white hot freezing burn on an age spot. (picture me with a grimace of a smile...)
Mom took her to Dr. Crotti (not sure of spelling) the dermo in Omaha who came up with all types of wild ass things to try to get rid of the damn things. There was acid - which had to hurt. Then they had to cook up some paraffin - wax to put on them. That was supposed to suffocate the little bastards. Yet they persisted.
Eventually I think one too many grew, they killed themselves off. So they up and died. At least for Cindy. For me it took liquid nitrogen. I remember they brought this big vat - it looked like a milk vat but was full of sizzling stuff.
Dr. Wilcox stuck a few very long Qtips into it. Then he pulled one out and put it on the large wart on my ring finger. Sizzle sizzle. It hurt but not too awful bad. There was one on my palm too. It soon blistered. A few nights later, while lying in my twin bed in my room shared with Betsy at 202 Crombie I was pressing the blister - feeling it.
Suddenly I felt it shoot off my finger! It was gone! I turned on my reading light and looked for it in vain - where did it go? It must have been my first blister - I didn't realize it simply had popped. Oh what a learning experience!
More recently, daughter Amy had a monster gym wart on her foot. We tried liquid nitrogen several times at Dr. Hoyt's to no avail. So it was on to the foot Doc. That was kind of a racket - he arranged for foot surgery, in Red Oak no less with a laser, the week before Amy's college orientation, after all her high school sports were over. The surgery went fine, and Amy clomped across ISU campus in her big footie boot.
Later the wart appeared to come back a bit - Amy tried duct tape. I hope that works! Last week my Atown homie Jeanne said she heard the otc wart removers can take away age spots. So I bought Wartner to give it a try on my hands. So far no go...but it is a satisfying bit if pain, putting the white hot freezing burn on an age spot. (picture me with a grimace of a smile...)
Sunday, March 28, 2010
oDDS n eNDs
I stopped at the Outlet Mall in Williamsburg on my way to Chicago and made a few purchases. I got some capris and a shirt at the Eddie Bauer store. A polo at Ralph Lauren. And at the L'eggs store I got 2 bra-lets for my boob-lets. A sticker on the bras said "breathable". I'm glad my breasts will be able to breathe.
My ISU Cyclone women went out of the NCAA tourney with a wimper against the top team in the nation the UCONN Huskies - losing by 40 points. It was not a good game from the start - they blew the Clones out. But what a season - 2nd in the Big 12, in what was supposed to be a re-building year. I'll miss our Australian lassie - point guard Allison Lacey and defensive specialist Denae Stuckey. I realize women's hoops isn't as exciting as men's but as coach Bill Fennelly says - at least it's not babysitting a bunch of guys thinking they're off to the NBA.
Headache update - Topamax seems to be working. The ingredients are there for headaches, but one rarely bakes up! Yay. I hope the stomach issues lessen. When I take my pill at bedtime I often have stomach pain, and some issues during the day too. On a happier note, I've lost 5-6 pounds - from the meds plus I've been trying to eat healthier and less.
Our healthy meal last night was good, and didn't take an immense amount of time to make. It did however take some planning.
Countdown to vacation in my paradise - Marco Island. 13 days.
My ISU Cyclone women went out of the NCAA tourney with a wimper against the top team in the nation the UCONN Huskies - losing by 40 points. It was not a good game from the start - they blew the Clones out. But what a season - 2nd in the Big 12, in what was supposed to be a re-building year. I'll miss our Australian lassie - point guard Allison Lacey and defensive specialist Denae Stuckey. I realize women's hoops isn't as exciting as men's but as coach Bill Fennelly says - at least it's not babysitting a bunch of guys thinking they're off to the NBA.
Headache update - Topamax seems to be working. The ingredients are there for headaches, but one rarely bakes up! Yay. I hope the stomach issues lessen. When I take my pill at bedtime I often have stomach pain, and some issues during the day too. On a happier note, I've lost 5-6 pounds - from the meds plus I've been trying to eat healthier and less.
Our healthy meal last night was good, and didn't take an immense amount of time to make. It did however take some planning.
Countdown to vacation in my paradise - Marco Island. 13 days.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Couple Things
I coached myself to listen more and talk less last week during my trip to Chicago. Did I listen to myself. Not very well. I am such an over-sharer. Just ask my spousal unit. And I even do squelch a few things I consider sharing.
There are worse people though. Like the guy from Dubuque we ran into at the recycling conference. The four of us - Todd, Kathy, Michelle and I, were eating lunch when Paul (not my Paul but Paul from Dubuque) came up to say "Hi". We asked how he was doing, and he said - fine now that he'd had his prostate tuned up, and he could now pee like a young boy. Hmmm too much information!
Throughout the course of the drive there and back though thinking back I realize I worked into the conversation with Michelle - who road in the back of the vehicle with me - that I'd had a hysterectomy, broke my foot and now take Topamax. It's not like she didn't share info too, but I still feel like a walking medical case...at times. I didn't mention peeing however...out of the blue, like Paul did.
I got enthused about healthy eating again watching Oprah yesterday. I know lots of people don't like the lady, but I do and I like most of her shows. Yesterday's shows featured Jamie Oliver - who is trying to get people and schools healthier and more natural.
Jamie visited a fam somewhere down south - their frig looked worse than ours. It was full of chicken nuggets and cheap frozen pizzas. (while ours only has a one pizza). He cooked up all the bad stuff in their house and piled it on their table. He noted that the color was all pretty much white and tan. He and the kids did a burial ceremony in the backyard with the fry daddy! While it sounds humorous, he said it was actually kinda spiritual and moving. I like the guy.
Then he and Oprah cooked up and meal fairly quickly meant to replace a chicken nugget meal one might purchase at Kentucky Fried or someplace like that. He did whip it up pretty quickly along with smashed potatoes - he's big into knowing what natural ingredients go into your body and your kids.
I feel badly that I didn't do that very well with our children. In our defense - that is Jamie's only job - food. He doesn't have to go to another job and rush home and have hungry people awaiting food on the table. I didn't grow up cooking, and I'm just not comfy doing it. I'm not sure how my sisters learned to be at home in the kitchen - I can clean up with the best of 'em but I'm still a cooking rookie.
Today I took my Jamie recipes along when Pablo and I went to the market. Paul kinda gave me crap in my mission - as he does. urging me to purchase margarine with lots of "good grease". In his own way he subtly sabotages my efforts. And then I give up and revert back to my old ways - and he's comfy with that. I worry that he doesn't eat healthy while I'm gone. We can't rely on youth and good looks to get us by in life anymore (hint hint to all you readers named Paul).
I'm sure I won't turn over a whole new leaf. But I'd like to try again at cooking new and healthier recipes. It's not like Paul and I are rushing around all the time anymore - we have time to cook and it's something we can do together. Maybe Jamie has a cookbook!
There are worse people though. Like the guy from Dubuque we ran into at the recycling conference. The four of us - Todd, Kathy, Michelle and I, were eating lunch when Paul (not my Paul but Paul from Dubuque) came up to say "Hi". We asked how he was doing, and he said - fine now that he'd had his prostate tuned up, and he could now pee like a young boy. Hmmm too much information!
Throughout the course of the drive there and back though thinking back I realize I worked into the conversation with Michelle - who road in the back of the vehicle with me - that I'd had a hysterectomy, broke my foot and now take Topamax. It's not like she didn't share info too, but I still feel like a walking medical case...at times. I didn't mention peeing however...out of the blue, like Paul did.
I got enthused about healthy eating again watching Oprah yesterday. I know lots of people don't like the lady, but I do and I like most of her shows. Yesterday's shows featured Jamie Oliver - who is trying to get people and schools healthier and more natural.
Jamie visited a fam somewhere down south - their frig looked worse than ours. It was full of chicken nuggets and cheap frozen pizzas. (while ours only has a one pizza). He cooked up all the bad stuff in their house and piled it on their table. He noted that the color was all pretty much white and tan. He and the kids did a burial ceremony in the backyard with the fry daddy! While it sounds humorous, he said it was actually kinda spiritual and moving. I like the guy.
Then he and Oprah cooked up and meal fairly quickly meant to replace a chicken nugget meal one might purchase at Kentucky Fried or someplace like that. He did whip it up pretty quickly along with smashed potatoes - he's big into knowing what natural ingredients go into your body and your kids.
I feel badly that I didn't do that very well with our children. In our defense - that is Jamie's only job - food. He doesn't have to go to another job and rush home and have hungry people awaiting food on the table. I didn't grow up cooking, and I'm just not comfy doing it. I'm not sure how my sisters learned to be at home in the kitchen - I can clean up with the best of 'em but I'm still a cooking rookie.
Today I took my Jamie recipes along when Pablo and I went to the market. Paul kinda gave me crap in my mission - as he does. urging me to purchase margarine with lots of "good grease". In his own way he subtly sabotages my efforts. And then I give up and revert back to my old ways - and he's comfy with that. I worry that he doesn't eat healthy while I'm gone. We can't rely on youth and good looks to get us by in life anymore (hint hint to all you readers named Paul).
I'm sure I won't turn over a whole new leaf. But I'd like to try again at cooking new and healthier recipes. It's not like Paul and I are rushing around all the time anymore - we have time to cook and it's something we can do together. Maybe Jamie has a cookbook!
Friday, March 26, 2010
Atown Friends
Top - Cindy and me. Bottom - Jane and Jeanne.
I know, I missed another night of posting. I have a good excuse. I was busy. No not washing my hair. I was getting together with people from Atlantic that I hadn't seen for many years. Some Facebook friends.
I reconnected with these ladies, mostly classmates (one the parent of a classmate) on Facebook in the past year. They all live in the Des Moines area. They had all met for brunch one Sunday a few months ago, but this time they planned their get-together so I could attend.
Jane Buck is the mother of my little buddy of my childhood Tommy Buck. Sister Susi hung out with Linda Buck - that's probably how I hooked up with Tom. Bucks lived about a block from us in the post WWll neighborhood called Fairlawns - single story one car garage homes built in the flat area just down the hill from our house. It was fun to ride my bike there, but the way back was hell.
I mostly liked Tommy because he had all the good boy toys - little green army men, baseball gloves and caps and guns. Jane recalls my mother Pat Bullock calling her to warn that Tommy was invited to my birthday, wondering if he would be bothered that he was the only boy. Jane said he wasn't.
Sadly, Tom and his mother are estranged. Granted I only have her story - which is Tom's wife is very strange and jealous. She cuts Tom off from everyone and every thing. Tom attended the Junior College in Council Bluffs and has made a fortune as a Lab Tech. Not sure how, but it doesn't sound like a happy life to me - his wife has had a $100,000 makeover according to Jane.
Linda Buck has changed her name to Linden. Jane's husband Bill died very young (age 51) like many of the men who worked for Walnut Grove. Jane lives in a ritzy retirement apartment and is cancer free after breast cancer in 2008.
Jeanne Westbrook Smith was another neighbor from the hood, the I learned last night she attended Jackson (Jackass) School from the old part of town before they moved up on Bryn Mawr Circle - across the street and back yards from our house. All I had to do to get there was to walk through the Baxters little sweet corn field. (The Baxters were my godparents)
Until last night I totally blocked out that Jeanne had braces on her leg due to a hip problem. She said she had been in a wheelchair. I wonder if she's okay now - can she exercise? I also remembered later that Jeanne had ponies in a field just outside of town that I got to ride a couple times. Ecstasy!
Jeanne's parents ran the Atlantic Airport and she had a dance at the hangar one time - when I was dating Taco Ortiz (that relationship lasted 5 days or so), his dad managed the Pizza Hut. They moved away when we were in high school and Jeanne graduated from Ames High, but she's always invited back to our reunions. I regret I didn't get to know her better. Her husband Scott seems to be nice - they sell insurance coast to coast for planes, boats - weird to insure stuff. They have a couple college age kids.
Jeanne is also estranged from her family - sounds like a money thing though I don't know details. I don't remember the older sisters. Dick Westbrook used to mow our lawn.
Cindy Westfall comes from a large Catholic family so I knew her from CCD. She also went to Jackson School, but moved up to the newer neighborhood up by the YMCA in upper elementary - I remember going to a slumber party there. She said her mother told her to hang with Jeanne on the blacktop in in wheelchair during recess. Jeanne had blocked that out until they reconnected recently.
Cindy's Dad died young in 1969, so her mom had a tough task raising the large family alone. Cindy was very nice - eager to please. In high school she was one of those people I saw around and talked to at school, but didn't socialize with. She divorced after living in the Spencer area twenty years. She went back to school, lived back in Atlantic for a while and is an EMT. Yesterday she quit her job after being sexually harassed by a woman and not supported by management. She's remarried and her husband lives in Kansas City (even farther away than mine!)
We chatted and caught up on each others lives. After hearing about Jeanne and Jane's issues with family, I once again remembered to be so very thankful for how lucky and blessed I am for such good relationships with my sisters and with Paul's family. Here's to you my fam!
I reconnected with these ladies, mostly classmates (one the parent of a classmate) on Facebook in the past year. They all live in the Des Moines area. They had all met for brunch one Sunday a few months ago, but this time they planned their get-together so I could attend.
Jane Buck is the mother of my little buddy of my childhood Tommy Buck. Sister Susi hung out with Linda Buck - that's probably how I hooked up with Tom. Bucks lived about a block from us in the post WWll neighborhood called Fairlawns - single story one car garage homes built in the flat area just down the hill from our house. It was fun to ride my bike there, but the way back was hell.
I mostly liked Tommy because he had all the good boy toys - little green army men, baseball gloves and caps and guns. Jane recalls my mother Pat Bullock calling her to warn that Tommy was invited to my birthday, wondering if he would be bothered that he was the only boy. Jane said he wasn't.
Sadly, Tom and his mother are estranged. Granted I only have her story - which is Tom's wife is very strange and jealous. She cuts Tom off from everyone and every thing. Tom attended the Junior College in Council Bluffs and has made a fortune as a Lab Tech. Not sure how, but it doesn't sound like a happy life to me - his wife has had a $100,000 makeover according to Jane.
Linda Buck has changed her name to Linden. Jane's husband Bill died very young (age 51) like many of the men who worked for Walnut Grove. Jane lives in a ritzy retirement apartment and is cancer free after breast cancer in 2008.
Jeanne Westbrook Smith was another neighbor from the hood, the I learned last night she attended Jackson (Jackass) School from the old part of town before they moved up on Bryn Mawr Circle - across the street and back yards from our house. All I had to do to get there was to walk through the Baxters little sweet corn field. (The Baxters were my godparents)
Until last night I totally blocked out that Jeanne had braces on her leg due to a hip problem. She said she had been in a wheelchair. I wonder if she's okay now - can she exercise? I also remembered later that Jeanne had ponies in a field just outside of town that I got to ride a couple times. Ecstasy!
Jeanne's parents ran the Atlantic Airport and she had a dance at the hangar one time - when I was dating Taco Ortiz (that relationship lasted 5 days or so), his dad managed the Pizza Hut. They moved away when we were in high school and Jeanne graduated from Ames High, but she's always invited back to our reunions. I regret I didn't get to know her better. Her husband Scott seems to be nice - they sell insurance coast to coast for planes, boats - weird to insure stuff. They have a couple college age kids.
Jeanne is also estranged from her family - sounds like a money thing though I don't know details. I don't remember the older sisters. Dick Westbrook used to mow our lawn.
Cindy Westfall comes from a large Catholic family so I knew her from CCD. She also went to Jackson School, but moved up to the newer neighborhood up by the YMCA in upper elementary - I remember going to a slumber party there. She said her mother told her to hang with Jeanne on the blacktop in in wheelchair during recess. Jeanne had blocked that out until they reconnected recently.
Cindy's Dad died young in 1969, so her mom had a tough task raising the large family alone. Cindy was very nice - eager to please. In high school she was one of those people I saw around and talked to at school, but didn't socialize with. She divorced after living in the Spencer area twenty years. She went back to school, lived back in Atlantic for a while and is an EMT. Yesterday she quit her job after being sexually harassed by a woman and not supported by management. She's remarried and her husband lives in Kansas City (even farther away than mine!)
We chatted and caught up on each others lives. After hearing about Jeanne and Jane's issues with family, I once again remembered to be so very thankful for how lucky and blessed I am for such good relationships with my sisters and with Paul's family. Here's to you my fam!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I've been to the Windy City
I've been away on a business trip - to the Chicago - the Windy City. I attended a Residential Recycling Conference put on by the top publication in the garbage and recycling world Waste and Recycling News. This was the first time this particular event was held - attended by some 500 people.
I drove to Davenport and rode with the Scott County/Davenport people. It was nice of them to let me tag along. I wasn't looking forward to trying to find my way around Chicago, pay tolls and parking etc. Kathy, who drove is an old hat at tooling into the big city (the real one not just DM). She even has that deal that lets you cruise through tolls without stopping!
The conference was at the Hyatt Regency O'Hare Hotel. It is a pretty cool place! I love high quality hotels - and pretending to be rich - it even for just a couple nights. This hotel recently underwent an update and it was pretty modern - kinda European. I had a king size bed and I'm lovin' the new linen thing where they don't put an icky not washed quilt on it. I was a little disappointed by the towels though - not too thick. Perhaps that was a measure they're taking to reduce energy use from drying them. Still...
Okay back to the conference. There were the vendor booths - not really much this state public employee needs, but I was looking out for the needs of my peeps - out in the sticks. But I felt a little awkward - I'm still now one with my new role sometimes. The speakers were pretty good, though one pet peeve is that many didn't even introduce themselves. Hello - the folks in the back would like to know your name!
Sessions yesterday ran all the way until 5:30 PM! It was a LONG day. But after that, Kathy, Michelle (whose nametag said Michael but she didn't even notice), Tim and I went to Trader Joe's - a cool grocery store that is not quite a cool as Marczyk's but is bigger and sells similar types of stuff. I got jelly beans, corn salsa, and almond cookies.
Then we went to a local Italian joint and I had a nice glass of chardonnay, lasagna, and creme brule. Then we went back to the cool motel for one more drink (I didn't have one) and I retired to NOT watch the Cyclone woman cuz I couldn't find them on the fancy TV. I got my first headache in over a week, so the Topamax is working pretty well, cuz I have had all the ingredients for a headache several times - but I didn't get one. Until I finally did.
Now I've made the trek back safely to Joan's and I'm off to bed soon as I'm exhausted. I'm not used to being with people that much. I needs me down time!
I drove to Davenport and rode with the Scott County/Davenport people. It was nice of them to let me tag along. I wasn't looking forward to trying to find my way around Chicago, pay tolls and parking etc. Kathy, who drove is an old hat at tooling into the big city (the real one not just DM). She even has that deal that lets you cruise through tolls without stopping!
The conference was at the Hyatt Regency O'Hare Hotel. It is a pretty cool place! I love high quality hotels - and pretending to be rich - it even for just a couple nights. This hotel recently underwent an update and it was pretty modern - kinda European. I had a king size bed and I'm lovin' the new linen thing where they don't put an icky not washed quilt on it. I was a little disappointed by the towels though - not too thick. Perhaps that was a measure they're taking to reduce energy use from drying them. Still...
Okay back to the conference. There were the vendor booths - not really much this state public employee needs, but I was looking out for the needs of my peeps - out in the sticks. But I felt a little awkward - I'm still now one with my new role sometimes. The speakers were pretty good, though one pet peeve is that many didn't even introduce themselves. Hello - the folks in the back would like to know your name!
Sessions yesterday ran all the way until 5:30 PM! It was a LONG day. But after that, Kathy, Michelle (whose nametag said Michael but she didn't even notice), Tim and I went to Trader Joe's - a cool grocery store that is not quite a cool as Marczyk's but is bigger and sells similar types of stuff. I got jelly beans, corn salsa, and almond cookies.
Then we went to a local Italian joint and I had a nice glass of chardonnay, lasagna, and creme brule. Then we went back to the cool motel for one more drink (I didn't have one) and I retired to NOT watch the Cyclone woman cuz I couldn't find them on the fancy TV. I got my first headache in over a week, so the Topamax is working pretty well, cuz I have had all the ingredients for a headache several times - but I didn't get one. Until I finally did.
Now I've made the trek back safely to Joan's and I'm off to bed soon as I'm exhausted. I'm not used to being with people that much. I needs me down time!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Another Creston Tragedy
James and Meghann
Creston has had another tragedy. James Kosman, age 18 was electrocuted when he climbed a power pole around 2 a.m. Friday. His friends flagged down a passing police cruiser and he was life flighted to Des Moines where he was pronounced dead. Damn, there are a lot a ways to die.
I've known James since he was a little guy - but not well. He attended our church and St. Malachy School. His sister Meghann was in Jud's class - both the Kosmans were adopted from Korea I believe. James served as an altar boy and played in various sports like soccer and basketball. He may have graduated last year or was a senior this year. He seemed to be a pretty good kid, but got in a little trouble last year, can't quite remember what that was.
And now he's gone - all for some dumb prank. Probably showing off his climbing skills either sober, or perhaps under the influence of alcohol or who knows. I don't know. I've heard pot and prescription drugs are in vogue in high school today. But I have no knowledge of who he hung around with and their habits.
I'm sad for Susan and Michael - and their daughter Meghan - all of them are very quiet and reliable good workers. They always showed up to help with Bingo, and whatever else you needed them to. I was so pleased a few years ago when they won the car in the St. Malachy Auction Raffle - hard working deserving people!
Susan was not Catholic and had been going through RCIA to join our church this spring. And now they too are in the club - the one nobody should ever be in...thoughts and prayers for them are appreciated.
I've known James since he was a little guy - but not well. He attended our church and St. Malachy School. His sister Meghann was in Jud's class - both the Kosmans were adopted from Korea I believe. James served as an altar boy and played in various sports like soccer and basketball. He may have graduated last year or was a senior this year. He seemed to be a pretty good kid, but got in a little trouble last year, can't quite remember what that was.
And now he's gone - all for some dumb prank. Probably showing off his climbing skills either sober, or perhaps under the influence of alcohol or who knows. I don't know. I've heard pot and prescription drugs are in vogue in high school today. But I have no knowledge of who he hung around with and their habits.
I'm sad for Susan and Michael - and their daughter Meghan - all of them are very quiet and reliable good workers. They always showed up to help with Bingo, and whatever else you needed them to. I was so pleased a few years ago when they won the car in the St. Malachy Auction Raffle - hard working deserving people!
Susan was not Catholic and had been going through RCIA to join our church this spring. And now they too are in the club - the one nobody should ever be in...thoughts and prayers for them are appreciated.
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