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David Mitchell
Some of this just makes me realize what a ridiculously lucky stiff I am - in more ways than you would know. And I love the description "Down syndrome are just Angels disguised as babies". So true!
Frank, I am a bit jealous. Two of my grandkids (10 and 8) are in Bangor Maine, and one (9) in Portland Oregon. They are cute as they can be - and FUNNEEEE! But I only get to see them about one every year. Like the saying goes, If I had known how much fun grandkids would be, I would have had them first.
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So comforting to see us all in such a congenial mood. Trump - Kim - "birthers" - and all that pleasent stuff we all love to disagree on. I think this calls for a "soft story" to lighten the burden. As we spoke above about Bobby Kennedy, I have a personal Bobby Kennedy story that is not so heavy and sad as my previous one.
I mentioned a long ways back about the comical incident between Bishop Issenmann and one of my older sisters, Jeannie, at Lorretto Heights College in Denver many years ago. Well, Jeannie hated the place so much she begged my dad to let her transfer back closer to home and to a co-ed shool. Dad insistd it be a Catholic University and they settled on Marquette up in Milwaukee. When she graduated we drove up for the weekend. Jeannie had become good friends with another classmate, also from Columbus. Her name was Patty Winchester - one of six kids, two of which were twins my own age - named Carolyn and Dennis. The three of us met for the first time and spent most of the weekend running around the hotel together and having a good time. It was cool to form these new friendships knowing we would be in the same class the next fall.
Sorry, I digress. So the day of the graduation ceremony comes and we all file into this big old basketball arena - maybe 8 or 10 thousnad seats. We are seated way up high with my sisters fiance and in-laws to be from Chicago - including a very German father-in-law to be, who had made reservations for dinner after the ceremony at the famous old landmark German restaurant, Karl Ratch's (spelling?).
The ceremony that day was to include two honorary degrees. One famous Doctor, who was also to give a speech, and one Robert Kennedy, who was to receive the other degree, but not give more than a brief "thank you". But it seems nobody at the University had told Bobby. It was a large class and a long program, but lengthened considerably by two very long speeches. The ceremony went for about five and a half hours!
We were more tha two hours late for our dinner reservation. My sister's rather wealthy and strong minded German future father-in-law called the Maitre 'd over and slipped him $200 cash (and this is in the 60's), spoke some very strong German words in his ear, and we were somehow miraculously seated at a very nice table.
P.s. I never got over how awful that long ceremony was, and it was the driving reason I deliberately skipped my own graduation ceremony at the University of Denver (about 8 years late), which would have put me in a line with several soon-to-be famous skiers, NHL hockey players, and one miss Condi Rice - yes, that Condoleezza.
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