14 Dec 98 
 
La la la.  Waiting for my runs to finish running.  bleh.   
 
So I don't feel like writing anything new, so I'll put here the invite Stu 
& I made up for my grandpa's birthday.  Evidently, there's been some 
edits, but I don't care: 
 
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Sakes alive!  Who's seventy-five? 
 
Gotta blurt -- it's Wirt! 
 
Through all his years it appears 
He's been gathering (and producing) friends and family 
For a life from all over, we're having a right old chivaree 
 
So let me tell you a tale of our Homer, 
'twill be no Odyssey, though he's been quite a roamer 
 
We start his journey in St. Paul, 
(with Mary Lou, and the rest of the crew) 
 
With a brief sojourn to Milwaukee to get away from it all, 
(land of beer and engineers) 
 
Home to Minnesota again, to weather of ice, snow and wind, he 
decided to move on to the marginally warmer Grand Ole Indy 
 
Then escaping the midwest, to New Canaan, Conn. 
But even then he kept moving on 
 
To the land of sweet Southern Music and the Big Muddy --  
Memphis, in the hilly land of Tennessee 
 
Finally in the land of the Mouse, they settled their house 
In the place of Sweetwater, on the 17th green 
(and he's got the balls to show for it if you know what I mean) 
 
So come one come all,  
 To Wirt's Birthday Ball 
 
Be sharp, don't be late 
to celebrate and commemorate 
The eve of his three-quarters century  
On Saturday, the 16th of January  
 
at Wirt's colisseum, at 7 p.m., so come and see 'em!