Monday, February 23

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Things are settling down after the tumult of last week. I
drove back to Pennsylvania on Tuesday with Lise and Molly following on
Thursday. People were coming in from all over the country including as far away
as Dutch Harbor, Alaska. Naturally there were flight delays and cancellations
as well as forgotten clothes and uniforms leading to the obligatory panic
attacks with a good dose of running around in circles. Pretty typical Schools
family get together.

After the funeral reception we drove straight through to
West Lafayette. Molly had a water polo tournament at Purdue and this tournament
may be the only opportunity for family members to see her play. She did good,
scoring in two games in front of appreciative fans. I dare say that thanks to
the Schools, Eichhorn, and Ely clans she had more fan support than any other
player there.

Taking them on.

She drives.

She shoots.

She scores.

Peek-a-boo.

This is my ball…..

and you can’t have it!

On the D.

So I only got one new bird last week. A lone pine siskin
hanging out with the goldfinches at Lynn’s feeder. But something more
meaningful happened. While I was drifting around Lebanon County, thinking about
Dad and my place in the universe, I stumbled upon the answer to one of life’s
great mysteries. Where does scrapple come from? There are those that think it’s
mined from some sacred ground, or dredged from the Snitz Creek. There are those
that think it comes from heaven like manna. But I found the truth. Apparently
it comes from a place that does truck repair out on Cedar Run Road. Right by
Aunt Bim and Uncle Don Yordy’s place. Who would a thought?

Mystery solved. Now it’s on to world peace.