Everything in its place

Joan from Rockport sent us a great story about bringing a visiting priest (from Haiti) to Holiday World. Here's Fr. Phechner (in the middle) getting ready to take a spin on the Scarecrow Scrambler. Joan writes: The Scrambler was as daring as he wanted to be on the rides. Concerning the roller coasters, he said…

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Eyes wide as saucers

Santa and I were chatting it up this morning in our Christmas plaza. He told me about two little girls who visited with him earlier this week. They looked to be three and four years old. Cuties. After their chat, Santa added: "Oh, and girls — thank you so much for those delicious cookies you…

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A “coach” no more

Remember this phone call? Well, she just called back. Using a whole new pronunciation guide. "Hello, are you an administrative assistant for Wah Kotch?" Excuse me, who? "Wah Kotch." (Will's initials are W.A. Just like his dad. Just like his son. W.A. without the periods is "Wah," I guess. Rhymes with ahhh.) When I told…

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“Sweet Mother of Pearl. Take the picture. NOW!”

  Your turn. What is Santa saying? (Post a comment using your most extreme cleverness.) Actually, Santa is flanked by two dear men who traveled all the way from West Virginia. They're members of a "Secret Santa" organization which helps 3,000 children; the trip was part of a fundraiser. What do you win? My praise….

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Grumble, grumble, grumble…

Grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble, grumble,…

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The other day, in the dentist’s chair…

Dentist: How do I know you? You look familiar… Me: Ummm….myoowaaa…. Dentist: Did I go to school with one of your kids? Me: (thinking) Do I look that old?! Dentist: I don't know…your name is familiar, too… Me: (once the instruments of torture are removed from my mouth) Did you ever work at Holiday World?…

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Back at it!

The rains have finally subsided. But not before my dear husband called with this: Gary: Methuselah here. Me: Excuse me? Gary: Methuselah. They said on the news yesterday that this was a “200-year rain.” And today they’re calling it a “500-year rain.” Well, I remember the last time we had a 200-year rain and a…

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First Class or Coach?

Started off the year with one strange phone call yesterday. Tammy sent it over to me since it was someone from a magazine. "Hello, this is Paula." Yes, this is Angie. I wish to speak to W.A. Coach, Jr. "You mean Will Koch, right?" No. I need to speak directly with W.A. Coach, Jr. This…

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“Fusion of Fun”

Show of hands: Is anyone else sick, sick, sick of the word "fusion"? Over the weekend, a little "cooking moment" came on the radio. The lady with the soothing voice explained how simple it is to make Hot Cocoa…with a fusion of cinnamon. Oh. Please. Since when is digging around in the cabinet for the…

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A soothing office space

Tom's office space

You remember Tom, right? He’s getting a new office. Completely new. Even the walls. Now we’ve all learned that Feng shui literally means “air and water”… … but do the Chinese have a word for Pepto-Bismol? No, Tom isn’t moving into Barbie’s Dream House; it’s just his good friend Tommy needed to choose a primer…

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When numbers mean, well … not much

Although my career choice doesn’t make it obvious, I really like math. My math SAT score was 80 points higher than my English. Go figure. Our three sons are all math-heads. Tom, a math major, just started a position at JPL. (Now we can’t joke with him, Hey, it’s not rocket science! Sigh.) Tom and…

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