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  Tuesday September 16th, 2014    

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Al Owne in the kitchen (01/05/2014)
By Al Owne
It’s over, and I made it through emotionally unscarred…I think. I used my “look back at the good times” method to get passed these potentially sad days. I’m not saying that I wasn’t sad at all about being dumped into the single world by the evil cancer, but I was able to smile once in a while when I thought about some of the good or funny times we had together.

One of my most memorable New Year’s Eves was certainly not the most enjoyable. It was the first one that my wife and I decided that it really wasn’t necessary to see the clock strike 12 on the night of December 31. We were at a club party and left at about 10:30, went home and to bed to get a good night’s rest. At about 12:30 the phone rang. It was a friend of one of our children. Said child had gone snowmobiling with a friend and the machine had broken down in the middle of the woods. I think we finally got to bed at around 3:00. Nobody was hurt, and we witnessed a major act of kindness. A woman home alone in an isolated farm house opened the door to a couple of large snowmobilers in the middle of the night. Oh, did I mention the large dogs she had? No matter; that was a great act of kindness and a lesson for the snowmobilers.

This year, I was up to see the new year, 2014, come in. Notice I didn’t say I stayed up to see the new year come in; I said I was up. I didn’t notice any differences around me. I did hear a few gun shots. I remember being in a Southwestern state, Oklahoma I believe, where that was a common New Year’s Eve tradition. Whoopee! Bang, Bang! I wondered, to myself, where are those rounds going to land? With that in mind, I fired at sort of an angle to make sure if I’m going to get hit by descending lead, it isn’t from my own hand. I often make up headlines in my head in situations like that. “YOUNG MAN SUFFERS HEAD WOUND AT MIDNIGHT, alcohol involved.”

Boy, 2014, that’s hard for me to believe. I remember going to some play in the Twin Cities and seeing a group of high school students wearing letter jackets with “00” on the sleeves. Being a little slow of wit sometimes, I asked my wife why they would have “00” on their sleeves. She gave me that look, and said, “I would imagine they’re from the class of 2000.” 2014, wasn’t that the year that Buck Rodgers was flitting through space? It certainly seems like one of those years that will never come, and here it is.

It is supposed to be really cold for the next few days. (What the heck do they think it has been?) So be especially careful when you are outside or traveling; I don’t want to lose any of my readers.

Have a good start to 2014. I made some resolutions; I’ll share them next week when I start breaking them. Remember, Al’s at alnada2704@gmail.com .

 

 

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