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When
We lived on Franklin Terrace
we lived across from the oldest oak
in Minneapolis. This was most likely 1981.
There was a plaque on a rock nearby announcing that as of 1975
this was the oldest Northern Burr Oak in the city of Minneapolis.
Tim's best friend Terry, another member of my high school tennis
team, was getting married. So we had the bachelor party for him
at our duplex. We made the mistake of buying a keg of strong
beer (Schlitz malt liquor Bull) for the event. There were about 15 guys.
We drank and watched some dumb movies. Then somebody wanted to
play strip poker. I think it was the strong beer talking. I
didn't play - seemed kind of "fruity". But most of the
guys did. Then, just as some guys got down to their underwear,
somebody else suggested we play tackle football in the small park
across the street. So we did. With those same guys wearing just
underwear. We played until one of Tim's friend broke his
collarbone. Then we went back and finished the
keg.
Above you see me in the oldest oak.
I had somebody take my picture after the football game broke up.
On August 9, 2001 my wife and two of my kids and I visited the
oldest oak, which is still standing. Here they are in front of
it.
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