Last Thursday, we went to Donovan's Reef in Twin Lakes, Wisconsin, as we do around once a week, and were saddened to hear that our buddy, or son as I will tell you about later, had gone to the doctor after he though he had had a stroke and while examing him, terminal cancer was found. He was given only two weeks at the max to live. He died Saturday.
That is a shock.
We had just played NTN with him a month ago and used to play the game every time we went to Donovan's as he used to live in Twin Lakes, but had moved back to Illinois in the last year. We had no idea he was ill.
He was one great NTN player and was especially good at movies, an area I am unbelievably bad in even though I see a lot of movies. And, he shared answers. We always did better as a team when he was there.
He was also in our age group, having been born in August 1951 and had been an Arlington High School in Illinois Class of 69 graduate. This school was right by where we graduated from, Palatine. They were our arch-rivals and were not well-liked. We liked to kid around about past rivalries.
Plus, he was regarded as our "son." We called him "son" and he called us "Mom and Dad." That stemmed back to the time I was deejaying a St. Patrick's Day party at George's Cedar Inn in Lake Villa. Liz. Al and his wife were sitting at the bar when the bartender asked if Liz was Alfons' mother. That got to be a standing joke after that.
Alan Sowka (1951-2012)
Anyway, Alfons, Old Buddy, Sure Gonna Miss You.
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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