Today marks the birthday of a person that has brought so much joy into this world, it is nearly impossible to measure – Lawrence Welk!
Lawrence Welk (March 11, 1903 – May 17, 1992) was an American musician, accordionist, bandleader, and television impresario, who hosted The Lawrence Welk Show from 1955 to 1982. His style came to be known to his large number of radio, television, and live-performance fans (and critics) as “champagne music”.
Countless hours of my childhood were spent watching his delightful polkas and waltzes. Thank you for the memories, Mr. Welk!
When you’ve got a somewhat daunting distance, it kinda doesn’t help when there are pop culture things to think about…
I’m going to hear this in my head, I’m sure.
Now, don’t get me wrong – I’ve done this distance many times. I’ve just been very aware of my age lately. I saw my doctor yesterday and he gave me a clean bill of health. But I’m about to turn 43. I need to drop some weight to give me a fighting chance against the heart disease that is part of my family history.
Speaking of fighting heart disease, thanks to a big donation last night from a couple of good friends from Georgia Tech – I have TRIPLED my fundraising goal!
I wanted to give a big thanks to Lakes Appliance. A dishwasher is a lame thing on which to drop a bunch of cash (pretty sure that’s one of the commandments in the bible… it’s been a while). After dumping a bunch of coin on a thing, you don’t have something to watch football, or play a video game. You get clean dishes. But two or so weeks of doing dishes by hand gave me the prodding I needed to dip into my line of credit on my home and fix that sore back. Kim, Larry, John, and the team at Lakes took really good care of me, giving me a great deal on a nice, new machine. We are very happy.
While I am training for the Atlantic City April Fools Half Marathon in honor of my dad, it’s hard not to think about him. And I made a decision over the weekend to pick one day of the week to tell a story about Dad. This one is about one of the times when he really surprised me by doing something that I never thought he could… cook.
Mom had broken her leg from a bad fall while climbing aboard their boat. Dad was suddenly forced to learn how to do laundry and even more daunting… cook. In all of my years as his son, I never once remembered him preparing a meal beyond opening the lid to a pizza box or putting a bucket of KFC on the table (he may have even handed the bucket to Mom to put on the table and I’m not sure if pizza box opening was in his pay grade either).
But Dad really embraced this new role. He learned how to make really good salads. He made pasta. His menu was a little limited, but with like everything Charlie Kapeghian did… he dived into it. He studied everything he could. I’m surprised there wasn’t an excel spreadsheet somewhere comparing barometric pressure to how good his pesto sauce turned out.
And one night when I had brought the kids over for dinner during this time, while Dad was doing the dishes after we had a great meal all prepared by Dad. He was smiling while he was doing the dishes with Viv. And I saw it as clear as day – how much he loves Mom.
He went completely outside of his comfort zone to help the woman he loved. I think this served as an example to get me ready to help Abbe when a seizure struck or just the pre-seizure shakes. Without knowing it, he gave his son a very vital role model that would literally save my wife’s life.
I am running the 2014 Atlantic City REVEL April Fools Half Marathon on April 6th, 2014 in honor of my late father, Charles Kapeghian. Please donate to the American Heart Association to help fight heart disease today. http://werunforyou.com/