[It has been a long-standing tradition among family and friends to take a late summer trip to Wlado Lake in Oregon. This brief note is from the 1992 trip.]
September 8th, 1992, Tuesday
2:15AM I just got back today from spending the weekend at Waldo Lake. Welebers, Smiths, Luecks and Zimmermans all came; I was impressed. Janet [Lueck] nagged and I haven't read my Bible for several days. Not a good weekend.
Phil [Lueck], Doug [Lueck], Scott [Smith] and I all just got finished playing Pinochle. Doug and I won 2 games to 1. We finished off the first game with a 960 pt. blast. Double marriage, double pinochle, the run... We lost the second badly and shot the moon twice to win the third: once to reach 0 from 900 down and once to finish it. (We also snuck an 810 pt. blow out in there somewhere also.) I also saw the new house today. (2469 Miami) Its so ugly it breaks its own mirrors. Plenty of room though.
[In fact, once we packed 8 college guys in there, it was pretty small. The roof leaked through the ceiling fixtures on the top and bottom floors. It looked like a cinder block and we treated it with as much respect as the dump it was.
At one point we got the floor wet and would run from the driveway into the house to see how far we could slide across across the linoleum down the hallway and into the kitchen. Stupid, but fun.]
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This is simply a digital record of my written journal entries from travel experiences I have been blessed to have over the years. My hope is that one day I will be able to combine it with other writings into some sort of an autobiography that will become a blockbuster movie... just kidding.
