Some likened the festivities to a wedding. I prefer funeral but that's a little gallows humor. Anyway, I can't believe the amount of goodness that came together in one room. I am a little disappointed the bar still had booze left. What's up with that? A very heartfelt thanks goes to all those who put on such a gala. The Dunbars, the Isaacs, Mike Big Daddy Lyons and his lovely wife, David Yang and his wife (who enjoys wearing Motorhead shirts), the Rubinos, the Volkmans, Andy Clarke, all the guys at Joes and everyone else. I'd like to name everyone but then you'd get pretty bored. Please feel free to add any names I missed on the blogging, audience participation thingie part. Glenn Johnson drove all the way from North Carolina to make it. That's one helluva roadtrip. He didn't even get to meet up with Fawn Leibowitz, either.
Here's what Sherri and I plan on doing with the money. These funds will only be tapped last. If for some ungodly reason, I actually do find my way into the Stem Cell Transplant Program sometime in this century and then come out pretty okay, we don't think we'll touch that money too much. So with whatever is left, we're going to throw a thank you party. Yes, we thought of a way to repay you and alcohol came to mind.
Lastly, I was looking for a picture of Fawn Leibowitz for you but she's dead. Didn't you hear?