Monday morning the mercury was down to 10-below at Sven’s place. One of the advantages of living down the Clear Creek valley below town is the cold air that settles in the low spots and keeps the snow light and fluffy so it’s easy to shovel.
That’s our story and we’re sticking to it.
The Bison football team let local fans gasp a little during the first quarter of their game last Friday, but came on strong to earn their chance to put another state championship trophy in the glass case. They will have to play all four quarters to get that done.
Most of the Bench Sitters looked a little sleepy Sunday morning after they stayed up to watch the UW Cowboys take on Boise State. A missed field goal in overtime put another one in the loss column, but they sure didn’t need to hang their heads. We are watching one of the best defensive teams the Cowboys have ever put on the field.
And the Denver Broncos went another week without a loss. Of course, it was a bye week for them.
The old guys coffee club was excited about watching the planet Mercury pass in front of the sun Monday because it won’t happen again for 32 years . . . might have been their last chance.
And then they learned they would need to watch with a pair of binoculars through a welder’s helmet. One more thing that’s no longer on their bucket list.
Meanwhile back down on the Main Drag this week, we were given a wonderful story we’d like to share with you. We think it’s worth reading.
Billy Graham was in his 80s in 2000, when leaders in Charlotte, North Carolina, invited him to a luncheon in his honor.
Billy initially hesitated to accept the invitation because he struggled with Parkinson’s disease. But the Charlotte leaders said, “We don’t expect a major address. Just come and let us honor you.” So he agreed.
After wonderful things were said about him, Dr. Graham stepped to the rostrum, looked at the crowd and said, “I’m reminded today of Albert Einstein, the great physicist who this month has been honored by Time magazine as the Man of the Century.
“Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger.
“When the conductor came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn’t find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. It wasn’t there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn’t find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him.
“He still couldn’t find it.
“The conductor said, ‘Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I’m sure you bought a ticket. Don’t worry about it.’ “Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets.
“As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.
“The conductor rushed back and said, ‘Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don’t worry, I know who you are. No problem. You don’t need a ticket. I’m sure you bought one.’
“Einstein looked at him and said, ‘Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don’t know is where I’m going.’”
Having said that, Billy Graham continued, “See the suit I’m wearing? It’s a brand new suit. My wife, my children and my grandchildren are telling me I’ve gotten a little slovenly in my old age. I used to be a bit more fastidious.
“So I went out and bought a new suit for this luncheon and one more occasion.
“You know what that occasion is? This is the suit in which I’ll be buried.
“But when you hear I’m dead, I don’t want you to immediately remember the suit I’m wearing. I want you to remember this:
“I not only know who I am . . . I also know where I’m going.”
The Bench Sitters trust you enjoyed this story as much as they did. As soon as Sven figures out where he’s going, . . . he’ll write again.