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Tonight is the HAC Valentines banquet. It was always a huge affair. My wife of almost 20 years still will not forgive me for not asking her to it. (We started dating a few weeks later)
I worked in the kitchen for 3 of them and went to 3 others.
A funny story.
I was working in the kitchen overseeing the food that went out. Dinner was finished and the plates were being picked up and it was time for dessert. The bakery girls had made about 600 really nice strawberry shortcake desserts. They were being kept on several tall carts in the walk in cooler.
Dr. R (Mark Rasmussen) told me it was time to bring out the desserts. Several older students, (code word for hacker) had volunteered to help us that night. I told 1 of them to help me. In all this fellow's gust for enthusiasm he grabbed a cart and started madly pushing it to the serving line where the girls were ready to take them out. He just didn't see the floor drain that sat 2 inches below the floor. His front wheel hit the drain and his cart of 200 desserts toppled over. Dr. R witnessed the whole thing from afar. He was not happy. His face drew up in a straight line. He screamed my name. Now I hadn't been pushing the cart. But somehow it was my fault.
Credit the industriousness of the bakery girls. They salvaged what they could then miraculously whipped up more. How I don't know but they saved the day.
Years later I saw Dr. R at a convention and we laughed about it.
Good times
How about some other memories
I worked in the kitchen for 3 of them and went to 3 others.
A funny story.
I was working in the kitchen overseeing the food that went out. Dinner was finished and the plates were being picked up and it was time for dessert. The bakery girls had made about 600 really nice strawberry shortcake desserts. They were being kept on several tall carts in the walk in cooler.
Dr. R (Mark Rasmussen) told me it was time to bring out the desserts. Several older students, (code word for hacker) had volunteered to help us that night. I told 1 of them to help me. In all this fellow's gust for enthusiasm he grabbed a cart and started madly pushing it to the serving line where the girls were ready to take them out. He just didn't see the floor drain that sat 2 inches below the floor. His front wheel hit the drain and his cart of 200 desserts toppled over. Dr. R witnessed the whole thing from afar. He was not happy. His face drew up in a straight line. He screamed my name. Now I hadn't been pushing the cart. But somehow it was my fault.
Credit the industriousness of the bakery girls. They salvaged what they could then miraculously whipped up more. How I don't know but they saved the day.
Years later I saw Dr. R at a convention and we laughed about it.
Good times
How about some other memories