Here we are on the last Sunday of June 2022, it is the 26th!

 TERRY

Yes Terry is doing fine as I write this AM she is still reading the newspaper as the Sunday is always very large.  It is still one day at a time and with each day we give thanks for the life we have.  

Late August of 1962

It was early Monday morning of August 27, 1962.  I would be doing the last of the fall plowing in the afternoon but this morning I was headed to school where football practice would begin.  Yes, our first game was perhaps 3 weeks out but today we would begin fall practice and I was excited.  This would be the last year of being in the Wild Rice Conference which really made no difference to me but it did mean that next year we would be in a different conference and that would mean MORE games.  BUT what I was really excited about is it looked to me as if I would be in position to start games.  One of the ends Bob Z was coming back as a junior but the other end was a senior and I felt I could fill his place.  As the fall practices started it was a sure thing, I would be starting.  I liked basketball but what I really loved was football.  As we got into the fall Jack G. and I had the right side of the offense and defense and it would stay that way the entire season.  We lost one game but really the focus was next year when we would go into a different conference and would have more games.  It was a good season and actually the rest of high school football was good.  In my junior year we tied for first place in the conference.  It may not have been true but I felt that IF coach Hanson would have allowed me to play in the final game we would have won that too.  I had been spiked in practice as one of the players had not checked his cleats and had lost   cleat.  That meant on his right foot he had a screw and as he stepped on my leg in practice it cut a gash in my right leg.  I had it sewed up but the coach would not allow me to play in the final game.  Now my not being in the lineup maybe made no difference but I felt IF I had played we would have won. We ended up tying for first place and the reward was a bus trip to MN to watch the vikings play the Colts in a Sunday game.  It was a LONG ride as we left early Sunday AM and came back late Sunday evening but it was a fun trip.  When the season ended I as voted to be captain the next year.  Coach Hanson was gone and the next year we had a season to forget but the memory is still fresh and was a reminder of how fun Football was and how I enjoyed knocking people down.  No, it was not a violent thing I just remember the satisfaction of tackling and running the ball.  Even tho my senior year was not a winning success my 4 years of football were certainly one highlight of high school.  

So here we are at mid afternoon and it is warm out or should I say HOT.  But I will pretty much stay inside for the day and maybe watch some sports AND get some things cleaned up in the kitchen.  So much for another day but at 732 Wiggins Bay Dr. things are OK.