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. 

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Dan got his Father in Law, Fred, to fill that 8th spot. Papa Joe will breathe easier since Fred paid in full.  I charged Papa a bailing fee.

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Magoo, Buckshot, Brinks and T&A got some exercise by hiking the 9 holes with pull carts. 

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Dan and T&A beat the Men's longest drive, but they were in the tall grass.

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Buck shot smiles after getting hit with a Magoo chip shot.

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(Above) My best drive went 15 yards past the longest drive marker, unfortunately, it was the women's longest drive hole.

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 (Above) My son Ken had his drive hit my ball and beat me out by inches. (Below) Dan undid the bag strap on Ken's bag, but I warned Ken that Dan liked to do that.  Ken foiled Dan's prank on the 3rd hole, then paid his little brother back on the 6th hole. Dan had to pick up his clubs when they fell out as he ascended a hill.

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I fouled this one off.  Dan quoted Thor and told me that I'm standing too close to the ball after I hit it.  I hooked the next one into the woods where I almost nailed an 8 point buck! He had an old mattress on the shore.

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Ken fires one out onto the fairway as his little brother tees up for his shot.  There was no golf etiquette in this group.  My best shots came while someone was talking. Ken and I filled out our score card at the cook out after we saw Dan's card. 

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Chester Lis, his wife Arlene and Ron Sowizrol pass out the prizes

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T&A got a Cub hat , Brinks and Magoo won Japanese beer hats

More Summer Fun

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Dan and Tom have a beer in the Center Ice parking lot with Tony Letto

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Tony G helps his Dad hold up the fish they caught in Alaska at Brian Kraft's  Fishing Lodge south of Anchorage. 

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I went to Milwaukee and visited the 1892 Pabst Mansion.

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It had indoor plumbing and electricity

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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. 

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Rick gave a nice presentation to  the 8th graders.  He read a passage from his best selling book, Heaven is a Playground.


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Rick was nice enough to give me an autographed copy of his book

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I opened a fortune cookie and saw the above message, I never believed those things until today. 

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I picked up some new skates that are heat moldable.  I'm going to light my socks on fire then put my foot in the boot.

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On the first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being..

She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze..

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.

She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody! Can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets..'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those months ago.
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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