Sunday, April 12, 2009

Sunday

Just a few lines tonight.

Enjoyed a very low-key Easter lunch with 2 and 4 at Mom's. Not even significant enough to break out the good plates or silver. We'll save that for graduation weekend.

Down to the ugly ones at work. 72 hours and counting.

Opening Day at Wrigley tomorrow. I'd want it a little warmer before I'd say that an afternoon in Wrigleyville was the ticket.

Felt bad for the guy who lost The Masters today. (He won the John Deere tournament here last year.) He had a two-shot lead with two holes to go, and proceeded to lose all contact with his swing. Bogey. Bogey. Scrambling par on the first playoff hole. And then another bogey. It's a humbling game.

I learned today that the signal on my satellite is about 3-5 seconds delayed from the signal on the local cable network. I happened to be on the phone with my pal Bill when Phil Michelson was lining up a key putt, and before he hit it, Bill offered up that Phil had just blown the putt. The whole question of, "Is it real or is it Memorex" comes into play. Even that moon shot thing might be in question. Eh?

More later in the week.

BCOT

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Martha said:

Phil and Margaret’s Wedding

They were married on Monday, April 13, which in 1936 (and 2009) occurred the day after Easter.

Family lore has it that they chose that day because the church would be decorated with flowers from Easter Sunday. Of course, it was also the first day following Lent when weddings were permitted.

Family history is also that none of the Boblenz family attended. I don’t remember a reason why they didn’t come. Don’t think it was because they didn’t approve, probably transportation difficulties. Also, the only Boblenz family marriage I remember being celebrated was Madge and Carl McDonald which took place in Ottumwa after WWII in the late 1940s. Her other siblings were married during the war. Don’t know how many of the Horans attended or who their attendants were.

Phil and Margaret took a wedding trip by car to Mammoth Caves in Kentucky. I have some postcards they purchased on that trip. I’ve always wondered why they chose that destination; don’t think I’ve heard of anyone else that went there.