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The Party

The Oakview Country Club was rocking on November 8th for the Wombie's retirement party.  I went up without anyone knowing so that added a fun aspect to the festivities.  As a side note, since Mark's kids were in town from Kansas City I procured a room at the Blue Spruce motel, formerly the Ho Hum when I was in high school.  

Attendance was tough to gauge but estimates from the Club dining room staff said there were about 100 people to help Mark ease into lazyhood.  



Mark explaining water tables and convoluted 
T's to his long suffering wife, Holly.  



Jerry Anderson on the left, Jeanne, my sister-in-law, and Marta, Jerry's friend.   



Dave Olson taking the swig on the left and my brother Phil on the right.



A poor cell phone picture at the height of the festivities. 




High School classmates: Jerry Bigham, Carla Murphy, Roger's wife, Roger Murphy, and Dave Cooper.




Guests were asked to bring food for the Mercer County food pantry.  It was a wonderful idea by Holly and as evidenced by this picture, many needy people will be able to benefit. 

 I didn't take as many pictures as I should have but I was too busy mingling, being the social gadfly imposter.  Apparently people like Mark and wanted to show their love, or else they simply wanted an excuse to drink at the Club.  Either way it was fun and memorable.  

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