Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast

Since 1959, the Kiwanis Club of Arlington has had its Annual Pancake breakfast. As a member of the club I have been selling ticket and working the breakfast for 15 years. So for those who are doing the math, I have been part of 29% of them.

This breakfast is the club’s annual fund raiser. The breakfast raises over $30,000 annually that is directed to the youth of Arlington. Parts of those funds go to support Little Troop 5, so since 1997 I have been showing up in Scout Uniform.

About 3,000 people come through the breakfast. The boys of Troop 5 help serve drinks, bus tables and roll silverware. I stand and drink coffee to listen to stories from old Arlington residents of when they were in scouting or how cute the boys look in their uniforms. I smile and nod.

This past Saturday was no different, but as always enjoyable. Friends from all parts of my life wander through and say hello. Cyclists, work friends, Dalworthington Gardens residents, Texas Tech buddies, and of course scouts. The boys of Troop 5 showed up in force and did their job well.

The most important thing was Aedan made it to his first pancake breakfast. The tradition continues.

Stan Wilkes

There was another sign that I am full fledge adult, retirement pary. Yes I know I am forty-three years old with a grandchild, but realizing you are a middle aged man is difficult. Last night Carol and I went to the retirement party for one of my mentors, Stan Wilkes.

Stan is retiring from being the City Attorney for Dalworthington Gardens after 35 years. I met Stan the first day I came to work for little DWG in 1993. I was 26 years old, just fresh from 2 and half years at the City of Dallas. I thought I was prepared to be a small town City Administrator. I learned over the next nine and half years how incredibly naive I was on my first day at work, but stayed out of quite of bit of trouble and litigation through the wise advice from Stan.

Stan was a wealth of knowledge on City Government, have work at an Attorney for Fort Worth and at one time the City Attorney of Arlington. Although at times I tried his patience, he gave me an understanding of civil attorney that has served me well to this day. He has trained quite a few governmental administrators in his 50 years of being a lawyer. I was lucky to be one of them.

Last night he joked that he always panicked when I called. He knew by the time I called him, I had already answered all the other questions that were going to get us in trouble. Most of the time, it all worked out.

Dalworthington Gardens is going to miss Stan more than they realize. I and I hope one day when I retire, I have had the same impact on people entering my field.

Sweetwater

I went to Sweetwater this week to go to a funeral for the mother of a good college friend. It was a surreal experience on many levels. We think of ourselves as just a few years away from school, but as one of my buddies pointed out, we are away from Texas Tech longer than we waited to get there. We have gone from weddings, to having babies, and to now going to funerals.

I have learned over the years, when you run into an old friend, if they were truly a friend, it is like no time has passed. That was the case during this trip. A significant percentage of the old college gang was there. We all met because of our Catholic service fraternity Chi Rho. At some other time, I will delve into this subject.

It was really good to see my old friends, some that I have not seen in many years. I even drove out with one of my fraternity brothers/roommates. We got caught up with each other lives, which was also very enjoyable. I was advised not to feel guilty about seeing friends at funeral. I did the best I could. It should be noted, that they all enjoyed calling me grandpa.

There was a full mass in the packed sanctuary at the Immaculate Heart of Mary. It was clear the Sweetwater community had loss someone very special. My friends family lost a wonderful mother.

It had been awhile since I have been to mass, even longer since I have been to a funeral mass. I was quite surprised how easily I fell back into the Catholic rhythm. It was proof that it never leaves you and made the mass quite meaningful to me.

I am very blessed to have the friends that came into my life in college. I just need to make sure we see each other in other places than funerals.

Window View

As I have previously blogged, snow is a big deal in Texas. We got hit with it again and to steal a line from one of my Facebook friends that have been inundated with snow- It is Snowageddon! The metroplex will grind to a halt for the next two days. Thanks to public transportation, I made it to work right on time, which allowed me to take the above picture of the Tarrant County Court House covered in snow from my office window.

Treadmills

I have concluded the best way to make your lunch hour seem longer is to run on a treadmill.

If I have my act together, I like to run at lunch. It does two things, one it is healthy and two it saves money from eating downtown. I use the Sheriff’s Deputy locker room and run on the trails by the Trinity. With the Ipod shuffle working, it is actually quite relaxing and charges me up for the afternoon.

However, with the weather is cold, wet or wet and cold; I go to the Administration building and run on a treadmill. Even with the Ipod on, I cannot not help but watch time stand still as the seconds tick off to get me to thirty minutes.

Today was such a day. It was a mind numbing thirty minutes.

Super Bowl Ride

Yesterday was the Annual Super Bowl Ride. The Greater Dallas Bicycling Club sponsors an annual ride to Downtown Dallas on Super Bowl Sunday. It really is one of the traditions of momentum. From all over the metorplex, cyclists ride from their local bike shop to the West End.

I am not really sure how many years I’ve done it, but it has been something I do since 1996, unless it is really freaking cold. What makes it cool is that you see a bunch of your cycling buddies you have not seen since the time changed last fall. It was particularly enjoyable to me, since I had the hand injury that kept me off the bike since August.

It was cold and windy, but I got a good 65 mile ride in with some good cycling friends. As a rule it is not a hammer fest and you get quite of bit of jawing in. I did find myself riding with the front group until we hit the Loop 12 Hill on 180 heading into downtown. I finished the ride with some old Texas Wheels friends, always worth the ride.