Tomorrow, June 6, is the anniversary of D-Day in Europe. It is the day our troops stormed the beaches of Normandy and the USA officially entered World War II. A lot of American soldiers died to keep us free.
Your Mom and I went to see Dirty Dancing at the PAC last night. I anxiously checked the Theater Critic’s review in the local paper before we went. I had trouble finding the review because it was sandwiched between two obituaries. That could have an bad omen from “gods” that we shouldn’t attend. Actually the play was good.
Over the last week, we have had to replace a double oven in the kitchen and a canister vacuum cleaner. I figure your Mom will be living the dream life. She can now cook “up a storm” and keep the house clean. What more could she possibly want?
I have renewed season tickets for UW-Badger football. We are entitled to buy a ticket for one of the parking lots near Camp Randall. There is a hierarchy of eligibility based on consecutive years of purchase of football tickets, donations (part of ticket price is “donation”) and other alumni criteria. Your Mom and I are way down on the entitlement list. So on June 24, 2015 at 8:54 AM, I am allowed to log into the parking website and apply for the parking lots available to me. What if I am traveling? What if I’m in a meeting. What if …..? I have been told not to worry because I can download an “app” onto my cell phone that will connect me to the UW website so that at precisely 8:54 I can procure my parking pass. But I don’t have a cell phone. What the hell is an “app”. No worry, I just got a message from UW saying that they have scrapped the “app” idea for this year. Thank God! Several things are clear. The parking application system was designed by an idiot (probably a decorated PhD) and “complexity brings decay”. I just want a parking pass. Assign me one!
Love,
Dad