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Farewell David

From left: Ciji's arm, Jen, Carrie, Sterling and Tim.

Dave, Sandy, DIane and Ina.


Dave.








Sterlings new game called "3's". It is much like Ship Captain and Crew but operates on a low score.




Saturday marked the end of a chapter of the North Henderson Mild Ones. Dave Olson found a better job and moved to Litchfield. Dave, or Ole, was always the first to get his bike out and most saddened when the ride was over. While we all enjoy riding our bikes, Dave was a true "biker". Leather vest, dew rag, biker boots and always wanting to ride with no breaks, he was the true biker and the rest of us were just weekend wannabes. He went to rallies, poker runs, met and bonded with other like-minded folks all across this state and Iowa, too. Sometimes I think we slowed him down.



Anyway, his going away party was Saturday, June 12 at the NHCC and hosted by Tim and Carrie. His GF, Sandy, joined him and most of his family including Justin, Kevin, Ina and I'll be damned if I knew the others. The rest of the partyers included: Jen, Rick, Sterling, Richard, Rod, Diane, Linnae, Ciji, and myself. Have I forgotten anybody, hmmm? If so, my apologies.



Pulled BB-Q sandwiches, a game of "3's" and karaoke. Fun night and for me profitable. I made about $6 on a game that mathematically eluded me. Thanks to Ciji for letting me know when I won. Tomorrow's blog is perhaps one that may frighten younger viewers and make the older set cringe. Gary and Patti, my favorite Creve Couer residents, I apologize. Your son sings tomorrow.



Ole, best wishes for you and Sandy and hopefully we will meet again soon and have the privilege and honor of riding with you once more.

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