City Retirement Party

I missed the Wombie's retirement party put on by the City at the VFW. It was, by all accounts, a fine affair with many people attending, including his son (Aaron) and daughter 9Ashley) from Kansas City. The organizers of the shindig had prepared a PowerPoint presentation with some pictures and I include just some of the pictures today. Apparently there was one particular commentary from the MC during this show and since I wasn't there I can't comment, but it went something like this:

MC: We know how Mark loves the Bears so we tried to call Jay Cutler.

Wombie: What happened, did he drop the phone?

That may be off quite a bit, but you get the idea. And before you get any ideas that Mark actually does like the Bears, let me tell me dissuade you of that notion. No Blythe, worth his or her salt likes the Bears. I understand there are a couple in the family who think they do, but they don't and have yet to come to their senses.

So without further commentary, here then are just a small selection of pictures from the tribute to the Wombie at his VFW party.

That last picture is Mark peering through the crystal clear (as in water) award given him a couple years ago as Water Operator of the Year.

Congratulations Mark and best wishes for a long retirement. Uh, Mark, I could use a few bucks, call me. Anyway, nice job, Wombie. Not bad for the runt of the litter.

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