Welcome to Page 2 of Duffer Summer Fun. Rose says, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing."
Turn on your speakers to hear "Glory Days" by The Boss (Sorry, the music won't play on a Mac) Saturday, August 27, we had 7 Duffers and 1 Duffer Father in law that had a fun filled day at the Billy Caldwell Golf course. |
Chester Lis, his wife Arlene and Ron Sowizrol pass out the prizes |
T&A got a Cub hat , Brinks and Magoo won Japanese beer hats |
More Summer Fun |
Dan and Tom have a beer in the Center Ice parking lot with Tony Letto |
Tony G helps his Dad hold up the fish they caught in Alaska at Brian Kraft's Fishing Lodge south of Anchorage. |
I went to Milwaukee and visited the 1892 Pabst Mansion. |
It had indoor plumbing and electricity |
I went home and found my Pabst 1890 beer bottle |
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On September 1st, I gave Sun-Time Columnist Rick Telander a tour of Randolph School where I taught Derrick Rose. |
Rick gave a nice presentation to the 8th graders. He read a passage from his best selling book, Heaven is a Playground. |
Rick was nice enough to give me an autographed copy of his book |
The Rampage Women's Hockey Team has a new web site at: http://www.rampagehockey.org/index.cfm 2011 game is on April 2 at 7:00. They now have 2 WODs and a DOD on their team. WOD=Wife Of a Duffer DOD = Daughter of a Duffer Links to Duffer Hockey Newsletters 2008-2010 Stats page Michelle Spillman hits and fields
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2010 Page 2 Cartoons I
Here's to 40 more great years
The
Rose
Some
say love, it is a river
That
drowns the tender reed
Some
say love, it is a razor
That
leaves your soul to bleed
Some
say love, it is a hunger
An
endless aching need
I say
love, it is a flower
And
you, its only seed
It's
the heart, afraid of breaking
That
never learns to dance
It's
the dream, afraid of waking
That
never takes the chance
It's
the one who won't be taken
Who
cannot seem to give
And the
soul, afraid of dying
That
never learns to live
When
the night has been too lonely
And the
road has been too long
And you
think that love is only
for the
lucky and the strong
Just
remember in the winter
Far
beneath the bitter snow
Lies
the seed
That
with the sun's love, in the spring
Becomes
the Rose
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