Fifteen Years of Magic

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A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. ~Mignon McLaughlin,

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Fifteen Years of Magic

Fifteen years ago last week I presided over the wedding of Peter and Lori . Pictures from that wedding are above.
Prior to the wedding Peter told us a lot about Lori . You know when people are in love they tend to see the other person as perfect so we ignored a lot of what he said. Then they had all those crazy ideas. They wanted to be married in a different place every week. You know a castle, a submarine, a museum , in the woods, on a mountain. That did not bode well.
But finally they decided to be married in Church so we borrowed the one where her mother was secretary. The pastor was very, very cooperative.
It was a beautiful wedding. Betty cried.
Now fifteen years have gone by. We have discovered that most of what Peter said about Lori was wrong.
She is far smarter, far kinder, a far more wonderful person than the one he described.
She is a great mother.
She is a super daughter-in-law.
Together they are raising two wonderful kids.
She plays a great canasta game.
She even writes a cool blog.
Peter choose well.
She didn’t choose too badly either.

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal.
The first people to come to town this morning found the street covered with pumpkins. Someone or something had pushed the huge pile of pumpkins by the gazebo out into the street where they had rolled everywhere. Some were broken and pumpkin stuff spread out like blood from a body. There was no way you could drive on the main street. Traffic was forced to go up the back alley.
Eino, who had walked to the garage, immediately started a clean up. He called some friends and together they started piling the pumpkins back by the gazebo. This time they piled them in a number of smaller piles instead of one big one.
The question is who or what spilled the pumpkins. It could, of course have been some kid. Kids will do things like that. It is rather fun to see pumpkins rolling. But it happened after midnight and Pigeon Falls kids were all in bed or should have been. Somebody suggested since some of the pumpkins were crushed that the drunken moose from the fourth of July parade of a year ago came looking for some more of that good stuff to drink. You remember that’s the moose that ended up passing out in the Fly Inn. Somebody even suggested that possibly Nancy’s poltergeist got bored and took up pumpkin rolling. Then again it could have been our strange man in black for some mysterious reason.
In any case all the pumpkins are piled up ready for this afternoon.
Petrovich had an injunction served on the Fly Inn this morning forbidding them to serve any drink called a Driblet, failure to comply could lead to a large fine. The Fly Inn then renamed the drink “A Russian Monk Special” three drinks and you see a vision. The fight goes on.
Herman Hatlverson who closes up the Fly Inn every night being the last customer to leave said that it was too bad they had too quit serving the driblet because last night after six of them when he left he had a vision of a moose dancing on main street with a pumpkin on his head. He was going to start writing down his visions.

Wrap Up

It was a good day today. My oxygen was up a bit over yesterday. In the morning I did a little reading. The afternoon was all work on the layout. In the effort to check out a tunnel entrance we discovered we don't know where one of our new Engines is. The last we remember seeing it was before moved from Crystal Falls.While in the basement my sister Dawn called. When we finished in the basement I visited some links. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

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