I'm trying out some new software to get wedding pictures on the web without using up the world's supply of data storage and I came across this great little program.
Happy Birthday to Scott Burk! He was born fifty years to this very day, January 8, 1957! Half a centennial old. Not too shabby.
This bowling shot features Scooter's new ball and shoes. Virgin goods as of this shot. (It's a poser). And then, he bowled a strike.
This restaurant shot is from Scott's birthday bash last night at the Bombay Grill, where the boy, Michael, Scott and I used to have our Seattle X-Mas eve dinners.
Anyone that wants to call Scott, and congratulate him on a half century of excellent work, can reach him at (206) 708-5880.
In this shot, Scott is telepathically hitting on our waitress. Scooter, mind the wedding ring!
God bless. And, Happy Birthday!!!
"I love you, Mommy. Thank you for helping me with my homework"
"I wish that man didn't hit you"
I saw those words this morning. They were each written in children's handwriting on little yellow paper stars. Those little yellow stars were affixed to the inside white satin lining of a coffin in which lay the peaceful body of the Mother of the children who wrote them.
This morning I attended the funeral service for Michelle L. "Shelly" Huffman.
Died on
December 30, 2006
At the age of
37 Years - 4 Months - 14 Days
Shelly was a very regular customer where I work. Although I never knew her outside of work, I probably saw her a couple of times a week for the last 7 years. She was always full of amazing energy and life, always smiling and talking about her kids. Each year I'd get her and her boys tickets to the snowmobile races that we hold every January.
On New Year's Eve, she and her fiance, Scott, went up to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to do some snowmobiling. Tragically, Shelly's sled was hit by another.
I don't ask too much of The Almighty, but if indeed you read eatminneapolis.com (and I think you do), I ask that you watch over Shelly's children and somehow help them through this - this which I cannot even imagine getting through.
