I was a little sad to hear that both local high school football teams' seasons had ended on the road last weekend.
I spent a lot of time this season watching both teams play and will miss seeing some of the faces on the sideline - at least until next season starts.
At Briarwood, I'll miss talking to Dave Joesbury, David Russell and Coach Jimmy Barnett - who has be one of the most laid-back coaches in the state.
At Thomson, I'll miss Kelcey Neal's fire, Taylor Carrington's commitment and Kyle Franklin's humble smile. All three are seniors and played their last game, and have left an indelible mark on their teammates and fans.
I'm proud of both teams and all they have accomplished this season. They'll always treasure the friendships they made, the lessons they learned and the battles they won and lost. When the last whistle blows on their high school careers, they move into the next phase of their life as better young men and better members of society. And that - as I've said many times before - is far, far more important than any points on the scoreboard.
For those wondering, Dad is doing OK. He came home Tuesday and has been hobbling around the house ever since.
It was a long weekend at Doctors Hospital, especially considering it was Pete's first stint ever in a hospital when he wasn't dispensing pills. He turned out to be a pretty good patient, wincing through his physical therapy and catching up on a little shut-eye.
Now, it's therapy time until he returns to work around Christmas. Or so the doctor says. Knowing Pete, there's no way he'll stay in the house that long.
Anyway, thanks to everyone that stopped by the hospital and called. The kind words, thoughts and prayers mean a lot to our whole family.
One of the neat things about Doctors Hospital is the landing space for AirMed. It was neat to sit at the window of Dad's room and watch the medical helicopter take off and land.
It was funny to watch everyone flock to the window when the helicopter's engines cranked up. For me, it brought back memories of the only time I went up in the helicopter. It was a couple of years ago, back when Gold Cross first came to town, and the helicopter crew was looking for landing areas around the lake. The flight from Doctors along the river wasn't bad. The flight back to the hospital wasn't bad. The middle was a little rough. OK, the middle was a lot rough.
You see, looking for landing zones means a lot of spinning in circles. Tight circles. I learned very quickly I don't do good in tight circles. So did the other occupants of the helicopter.
But they are used to that. The Air Med crew does a great job and have already saved many, many lives in the Augusta area.
And, just like Dad showed us all weekend, they (and all medical and emergency professionals) deserve our thanks.