Trailboss's Mom joins posse
Later Friday morning. . .
Hope everyone enjoyed turkey day. I spent mine in Mankato with 20 extended family members. My brother, Steve, is married to Nancy Sonstegaard (daughter to Teri and the late Buzz of Alexandria) and they always put on a big spread for the Rolfsrud side of their clan on Thanksgivings.
A highlight yesterday was a pre-dinner phone call from Knute Nelson where our dear mother today will check out to go home after an extended hip replacement/broken leg ordeal. Mom said Thanksgiving grace over Steve's speakerphone and, of course, we had to sing the Doxology back to her. (You had to be there.)
Anyway, while recovering at Knute, Mom met a kindly Knute employee, Gordon Peterson. Gordy is a Class of 65er, so, like a good mom, Beverly went ahead and queried Gordon on his upcoming class reunion at the Corral in Nelson. Gordon, who lives south of Garfield, hadn't heard anything of it yet, so the Trailboss got a maternal phone call implying somebody better do a better job of publicizing this thing for people who don't log onto the blog.
Okay, Mom. But there's lots of time left. We'll get somebody on it.
Maybe Obert could drive out to Garfield and give Gordy a cordial invitation when the time comes. And please, it's at the Corral in Nelson, not at Knute Nelson. At least not yet.
A highlight yesterday was a pre-dinner phone call from Knute Nelson where our dear mother today will check out to go home after an extended hip replacement/broken leg ordeal. Mom said Thanksgiving grace over Steve's speakerphone and, of course, we had to sing the Doxology back to her. (You had to be there.)
Anyway, while recovering at Knute, Mom met a kindly Knute employee, Gordon Peterson. Gordy is a Class of 65er, so, like a good mom, Beverly went ahead and queried Gordon on his upcoming class reunion at the Corral in Nelson. Gordon, who lives south of Garfield, hadn't heard anything of it yet, so the Trailboss got a maternal phone call implying somebody better do a better job of publicizing this thing for people who don't log onto the blog.
Okay, Mom. But there's lots of time left. We'll get somebody on it.
Maybe Obert could drive out to Garfield and give Gordy a cordial invitation when the time comes. And please, it's at the Corral in Nelson, not at Knute Nelson. At least not yet.
Trailboss Stan
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