How I Spent My Spring Vacation, Part IX

By Tommy Obert, 5th Grade

Dateline: Alexandria, Minnesota, April 22, 2011

[Let me introduce you to a good part of the whole fam damily. If you are keeping score at home, here is sister Gretch’s description: “(L to R) Niece Sophie (Chris and Janet’s youngest, age 14), niece Jessica (Chris and Janet’s oldest daughter, age 27) with her son, Ryan. Her husband, Colin, is a photo-journalist who works for the Army Times and is in Afghanistan on a 6 week assignment. Brother Tom is in the front. Brother Chris is behind Tom. Chris’ wife, Janet, the new grandmother who looks about 25, is next to Chris. I am next. My nephew, Nich, is standing in the back. He is over 6′ 4″, age 29. My husband, Mohamed, is next. The young woman on the far right is Kady, Nich’s fiancée. I believe she said yesterday that she was recently nominated for “Teacher of the Year” from her school. We had a wonderful get together and Tom and Ruth got to see baby Ryan for the first time.”]

OK, it’s time to wrap up this puppy. Our last couple days in D.C. were spent acting the tourist and visiting family.

[Stuck in Cherry Blossom traffic on Constitution Avenue.]

[Sticking the camera out the sun roof for photos of the White House and the Washington Monument.  The supervisor was so embarrassed.]

[Still in traffic.]

[National Gallery of Art.]

[Capitol Hill.]

[Eastern Market on Capitol Hill – an old hangout area.  Sometimes photos out the roof don’t plumb.  :-)]

[Lincoln Memorial.]

We’ll close this out with family.  You may be excused.

[Siblings Gretchen and Chris with the Traveling Wilburys at Chris’ family abode on the Potomac River in Stafford, Virginia.]

[Chris’ boat and dock.  As you can see, the Potomac is rather wide here (50 miles south of D.C.), and though it is 75 miles to the Chesapeake Bay, a couple of times since he has lived here hurricanes in the mid-Atlantic have come up the bay, up the river, and taken away his boat and dock.]

[Ruthie looks upriver.]

[Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Mo.]

[Mo has a swing and a photo op.]

[Chris tours the property.]

[Jessica and Ryan.]

[On the way home, we stopped in Fairborn, Ohio, to see Ruthie’s son, Rob.  Driving to Fairborn it was raining so hard we could hardly see.  We were reminded it was the anniversary of the Xenia (very near Fairborn) tornado of April 3, 1974.  Ruthie was working at Wright-Patterson AFB in Fariborn at the time and was in the parking lot trying to get home during the storm.  The Xenia tornado is believed to be the most powerful tornado of all-time with wind speeds estimated to be in excess of 300 mph and led to the development of the tornado warning system.]

We hope you have enjoyed the tour.  Please check the overhead compartments to make sure you haven’t forgotten any personal items.  [A vacation was obviously needed.  A well-rested (?) cub reporter has in the first week home made 22 and 28 consecutive free throws in one day, and 22 in a row again yesterday.  Could 100 be in the future?  Prior to the current hot streak, I had only achieved 20 or more in a row twice.]

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The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “alexandriacardinals.wordpress.com,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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