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30 November 2005 - 12:00am
29 November 2005 - 12:00am
I kid you not.
This award exists.
And in a few weeks, that award will be proudly displayed here at Holiday World.
I'm afraid I may have offended Steve a bit; I grinned and started laughing when he told me about the Outstanding Concrete Achievement Award.
"You're joking, right?" I chuckled. My chortle quickly choked into a cough when I saw that ... he wasn't.
Yes ... here it comes ... brace yourself ... suddenly, I found myself between a rock and a hard place.
How narrow minded I've been.
Sure, I know all about the organizations that I'm associated with here at the park, but I all but scoffed at the thought that the Indiana Ready Mixed Concrete Association might want to get together once in a while and pat each other on the back.
What more concrete evidence could you ask for but the Tiki fountains at Bahari?
So congratulations to Steve and his crew for the award. (Do they call each other "cement heads" in private?) You've all worked hard to earn this distinction.
Okay, one more and then I'll stop.
The awards luncheon next month, will the social time before the meal be called ... a Cement Mixer?
17 November 2005 - 12:00am
Walking through the park in the off-season is sort of creepy.
Since we're closed for the season, there are no happy families, no wondrous smells from the restaurants, no holiday-themed music.
Just a big ol' empty park.
The fountain and all the pools are empty. The flags have been taken down.
The maintenance staff takes apart just about everything for winter rehab.
In the past several days, we've received a bunch of emails asking for more construction updates plus additional info about Gobbler Getaway.
Every last one of them included the phrase "... since this is your slow time -- just kidding!"
I'd post a photo of my desk, but I wouldn't want to traumatize the children.
And as we get closer to Thanksgiving, I will provide more information about Gobbler Getaway.
Just a few nibbles, though. We wouldn't want to over-indulge and spoil your appetite, now, would we?
11 November 2005 - 12:00am
he eleventh day of the eleventh month.
Time to say thank you.
To people my parents' age, my own age, my son's age.
Each has a story. Some choose to talk about their military days, others don't.
Mrs. Koch likes to tell the story about her dad.
This is a photo of him. Jim Yellig was a Navy man during the first World War.
One Christmas, he was stationed on a ship at the Brooklyn Shipyard in New York.
Everyone on board, so far from home, agreed to hold a Christmas party for local underprivileged children.
But where was Santa?
"Hey, Jim -- you do it! You're from Santa Claus, after all."
Truth be told, Jim Yellig was from nearby Mariah Hill. But who could resist talking about a town named Santa Claus? Not Jim...
Jim wasn't thrilled about the idea, but agreed to do it.
The experience changed his life forever.
When he saw the hope and love and trust in the eyes of these little children, frightened by the war and hurt by poverty, his heart melted.
As he told the story years later, "Afterwards, I said a little prayer: God, if you get me through this war alive and send me home, I'll forever be Santa."
Both promises were kept.
God bless our Veterans on this, and all, days.