No, not to the blogosphere…but to Richard Dyott who I’ve mentioned in my previous post. Today was Richard’s memorial service in Chicago. He’s been a part of my family for over 20 years and today was our last chance to say goodbye.
I’m not very good at saying these types of goodbyes. I’ve been fortunate enough to live in a family where both sides were blessed with longevity and a disdain for extreme skydiving. If you’re a Wohlgemuth or a Petersen, most likely you will live a long and healthy life (ok, healthy might be a bit strong of a word… “cope with food” comes to mind…but I’ll skip that for now). But today it was definitely surreal to walk into the church where I spent my childhood watching the comings and goings of vague acquaintences turn into a place of somber solitude.
My cousin Lynnly spoke at the service, reciting “Funeral Blues” from W.H. Auden which was featured in “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. If you know my family, the BBC and any British Comedy can usually be found on the television. Anyhow, here’s what Lynnly read today.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
— W. H. Auden
Gloomy, but I know Richard loved it. But that brings me to now. Now that the children are tucked away slowly recovering from the loss, now that I’m able to think of the good times Richard and I had together, and now that I can hopefully help mom through the tough part when the world draws away; it time to say goodbye.
Richard, we love you, we miss you.
Apparently in South Whitley, the gas station decides to close the bathrooms at 3:00 in the afternoon. This of course is an absolutely excellent idea especially if you have a nine year old boy who loves to drink blue Gatorade on the long trips home from Chicago.
Before this life of kids and telecom equipment, I was a geeky 18 year old attending Northern Illinois University on the dreams that I would someday work as a nuclear physicist at FermiLab or in the Princeton Plasma Physics Laboratory working in Particle Physics. At the time, I hung around pretty exclusively with a group of people who had two common threads in their lives; Heavy Metal Music and Dungeons and Dragons. Over the years, we’ve fell out of touch as we all grew up and moved to different parts of the country.
While this story about fake college diplomas is interesting…
The ad on the same page makes it entertaining:
Screen capture can be found here.
Several years ago, Derek, Jamie, and I decided that the original castmembers of Star Wars had become a bit stale and needed some spicing up. So for Derek, here’s the official Alternate Star Wars Casting List:
(BTW, this was orginally envisioned in 1996 I think so some of the actors are dated)
Luke Skywalker – Tim Allen
Leia Organa – Open
Han Solo – Gilbert Gotfried
Obi-Wan Kenobi – George Carlin
Chewbacca – Henry Rollins
Grand Moff Tarkin – Sam kinison
Darth Vader – Dennis Leary
Greedo – Open
R2D2 (Voice) – Richard Pryor
C3PO (Voice) – Eddie Murphy
Lando Calrissian – Ice T
Boba Fett – Steven Wright
Jabba the Hutt – Louie Anderson
Yoda – George Burns
Mos Eisley Band – Rob Zombie, Lars Ulrich, Neil Diamond
Salacious Crumb – Jim Carrey
Emporer Palpatine – Lemmy
Mon Mothma – Roseanne Barr
I would like to thank the five people that tolerate my website for contributing to this….
Normally it’s not too difficult to see the Indiana Air National Guard F-16’s taking off from Fort Wayne, especially since Huntington lines up rather nicely with the main 12k’ runway. But today my house was buzzed from what looked like an A-10 Warthog at about 300 feet at what I would guess to be 200-300 knots. Unfortunately he wasn’t lined up to land/takeoff at either Huntington Airport or Fort Wayne.
Some pilots don’t realize that practicing aerobatics over a populated area isn’t exactly a good idea, especially with complex machines. While rare, accidents do happen and bringing your plane down in a subdivision as opposed to open cornfield two miles away brings bad karma. 🙂
I know the chances of an accident happening are close to zilch, but why the hell tempt fate and not just practice two or three miles down the road.
And yes, he’s still out there flying around. Can’t miss the sound of low-to-the-ground turbofans.
This is a true story. My wife told it to me tonight. It involves someone we know pretty well, so I won’t post their name or even hint around at who they are. That being said, on with the story.
One of our friends dad’s has been sick for a while. He’s in his late seventies, so it’s not much of a shock that he was most likely going to die. In his will, he had stipulated that he wanted his dog cremated with him when he finally did pass.
Except here’s the problem. The dog was 100% healthy when gramps passed on. Grandpa knew this, and was clear (before he died) when he said “I want to be buried with my dog”. So the day after grandpa dies, the family had to gather up the dog and put it to sleep so it could be buried with grandpa.
Only in Indiana….or maybe California too….