I have been driving downstate so much the last week or so that I think I should be an honorary citizen of Sussex County. Fortunately, I have finally figured out how to use the Ipod that I got for Father’s Day, so I have been able to listen to ESPN podcasts in the car.
On Friday, I traveled down to Trap Pond in Laurel to meet hundreds of senior citizens at the annual Sussex County CHEER center senior outing. Normally the CHEER picnic is crawling with elected officials and candidates, but there were just a few present this year—Sheriff Eric Swanson, Senator Bob Venables, and County Councilman Dale Dukes. I pretty much had the seniors all to myself, but it was a little tricky because I was competing with a fried chicken lunch and a show. Some comments I received:
1. “You are doing a good job.”
2. “Get out of the way, I can’t see the stage.”
3. “You are a good kid, you came to my senior center last year.”
4. “I don’t want to buy any insurance.”
5. “How are your boys”
6. “You look like Gary Sinise”
7. “Where is my chicken?”
8. “I live in Maryland” (this comment occurred after I had been talking to the senior for about 20 minutes, I resisted the urge to shake my fists in the air and shriek “why? why?”)
Saturday, Michele and I packed the boys into the Pacifica and headed down to Bridgeville for the 35th District Democratic Committee’s annual dinner in Bridgeville. The boys love fire hall dinners—there is lots of room to run around, everyone dotes on them, and they get to poke through the auction items. For myself, I have three major priorities at these dinners. First, make sure I say hi to everyone. Second, make sure the boys don’t break any auction items (you can see them sizing some of them up in this picture). And third, get on the road before auctioneer Richard Lindale berates me into paying $50 for a box of fudge.
Sunday, it was back to Sussex yet again. I was honored to be the guest speaker at the annual meeting of the Delaware chapter of the St. Vincent DePaul Society—a volunteer organization operated by the Catholic Church which ministers to the poor. Its members are people who put their faith into action, and I really admire what they do. I made a big deal out of the fact that I had sacrificed seeing the second half of the Eagles game in order to be their speaker, but after hearing what happened in the second half my blood pressure is probably better for it.
And, after a brief respite in Dover on Monday, it was back to Lewes yesterday for the annual UAW retirees picnic. Sussex County, I love you, but you are killing the Denn family cars.
If you are around Catherine Rooney’s in Wilmington tonight, stop by and have a drink at the Delaware Alzheimer’s Association annual celebrity bartender night. I am a celebrity bartender, which gives you some idea of the relatively low threshold, but the Alzheimers Association is a great organization that deserves your support. The advantage of using me as your bartender is that I do not know what I am doing, so however much liquor you tell me is supposed to be in your drink, I will take you at your word.
On Friday, I traveled down to Trap Pond in Laurel to meet hundreds of senior citizens at the annual Sussex County CHEER center senior outing. Normally the CHEER picnic is crawling with elected officials and candidates, but there were just a few present this year—Sheriff Eric Swanson, Senator Bob Venables, and County Councilman Dale Dukes. I pretty much had the seniors all to myself, but it was a little tricky because I was competing with a fried chicken lunch and a show. Some comments I received:
1. “You are doing a good job.”
2. “Get out of the way, I can’t see the stage.”
3. “You are a good kid, you came to my senior center last year.”
4. “I don’t want to buy any insurance.”
5. “How are your boys”
6. “You look like Gary Sinise”
7. “Where is my chicken?”
8. “I live in Maryland” (this comment occurred after I had been talking to the senior for about 20 minutes, I resisted the urge to shake my fists in the air and shriek “why? why?”)
Saturday, Michele and I packed the boys into the Pacifica and headed down to Bridgeville for the 35th District Democratic Committee’s annual dinner in Bridgeville. The boys love fire hall dinners—there is lots of room to run around, everyone dotes on them, and they get to poke through the auction items. For myself, I have three major priorities at these dinners. First, make sure I say hi to everyone. Second, make sure the boys don’t break any auction items (you can see them sizing some of them up in this picture). And third, get on the road before auctioneer Richard Lindale berates me into paying $50 for a box of fudge.
Sunday, it was back to Sussex yet again. I was honored to be the guest speaker at the annual meeting of the Delaware chapter of the St. Vincent DePaul Society—a volunteer organization operated by the Catholic Church which ministers to the poor. Its members are people who put their faith into action, and I really admire what they do. I made a big deal out of the fact that I had sacrificed seeing the second half of the Eagles game in order to be their speaker, but after hearing what happened in the second half my blood pressure is probably better for it.
And, after a brief respite in Dover on Monday, it was back to Lewes yesterday for the annual UAW retirees picnic. Sussex County, I love you, but you are killing the Denn family cars.
If you are around Catherine Rooney’s in Wilmington tonight, stop by and have a drink at the Delaware Alzheimer’s Association annual celebrity bartender night. I am a celebrity bartender, which gives you some idea of the relatively low threshold, but the Alzheimers Association is a great organization that deserves your support. The advantage of using me as your bartender is that I do not know what I am doing, so however much liquor you tell me is supposed to be in your drink, I will take you at your word.
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