Showing posts with label Linda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Linda. Show all posts

Saturday, February 13, 2010


Hey, you know what? There is no party like a Columbus party, because a Columbus party don't stop.......

Anywho, I love the idea of Columbus as a stomping ground for the first ever (and hopefully never ending) Chandre-Kotowski-Dudley-Jones-Quakenbush reunion.

I am, of course, asking for those of the hinterland (Linda, Tom, Tom) to develop a rough estimate of things to do. I have no problem driving through the bastard Illinois drivers to eventually end in a lovefest in Columbus.

As an aside, there are few places I hold in higher regard than Blacksburg, VA. I would like to lobby for that location next year. I have walked the Appalachian trail through the town, have many friends through my Charlotte years, and have general love for their college atmosphere and southern Madison feel. Yep, Madison feel.

As for Quakenbush, I have no idea. Hold me to nothing and you will not be disappointed. My son has begun contruction on some sorta dinosaur abomination to honor the first ever reunion.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Ode to Aunt Linda on the Occasion of Her Birthday




Happy Birthday to our wonderful auntie,

Funny, witty, and lives on Youth Camp--y.

She, who is but a year older than our dear pop,

We laugh and laugh at her tales and never stop.

At her house would our adventures be many,

Staying up late, singing songs by Kenny.

We played Atari, we watched Saturday Night Live,

We learned how to dance; polka and jive.

We learned how to paint wonderful landscapes,

One time, Dan locked himself in the bathroom and needed help to escape!

Pepsi, milk and orange juice was our drink of choice,

It made us giddy and hyper, bouncing off the ceiling joist.

We made up our own games, let our imagination soar,

How could we ever forget games like Wild Boar?

As much as we played, we hope we weren’t a pest,

You are great, Aunt Linda, you are the best!