Here is irrefutable evidence that I am a true Nebraskan -- a Cornhusker in fact. Nobody has to know that we left in the bottom of the ninth and were glad about it when we found out later that the game went to 16 innings and didn't end until past midnight. We enjoyed the game with other Gautreaux/Rinne types, and the weather was fine. Shirley was there, of course, and wouldn't you know that a good 15% of the crowd were old students of hers with a few of Keith's old classmates bespeckled in. Small world Nebraska is!
Being the special mom that Shirley is, we spoiled her by giving her the best: a Perkins Mother's day brunch. You can't beat it. No pictures of that, but here's another of us at the game. Hi Grandpa Rinne!
3 comments:
You look very much like a Nebraskan. However, you should add a hat that advertises seed corn (my favorite is Ciba-Geigy) and maybe a small wad of chewing tobacco in your lip. Then, grunt about the weather while wearing manure-encrusted boots. I think that's it. Have I forgotten any other stereotypes?
Great pix-- and your Husker fashion sense is impeccable as well--can't get fine Big Red gear like that at that "Anthropomorgism" place!!!
Terry G.
love the pics! but my favorite is the dude in the background!
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