Working at a restaurant is incredibly difficult. I didn’t manage my brief stint in the business without spilling a tray full of champagne on the father of the bride before proceeding to drop the top portion of his daughter’s wedding cake. And that was only one night.
I’ve been all around the country, and no place has got fishermen as passionate as Minnesota has. Simply drop the word “walleye” into conversation here and you’ll see minds wander toward thoughts of spinnerbaits, jigs, and white buns. Maybe it’s something in the water, or just the sheer abundance of it, that has made Minnesotans this way.
Cerebral palsy couldn’t stop Mike Gibbens from water skiing. In the early ‘90s the North Dakota man saw a TV story about Texas Adaptive Aquatics, an organization which uses custom devices to help people with disabilities ski up and down Lake Houston. Mike made the trip out, tried the sport for the first time, and fell in love with it.
There’s an old Jewish joke about an old Jewish lady. One day she’s sitting at home when all of a sudden she starts saying “Oy, am I thirsty. Oy, am I thirsty. Oy, am I thirsty.” Her husband, having heard enough of this, gets up and brings her a glass of water from the kitchen. She drinks it down, and then starts saying “Oy, was I thirsty. Oy, was I thirsty. Oy, was I thirsty.”