At seven this evening as I was attending to critical family business I’d postponed all day I got a call asking me if I’d contacted all the parties to our suit to line them up for their signatures. I had to confess I hadn’t having only gotten the one from the fellow whose name was misspelled. I endured a mild scolding about how this was our top priority and that I shouldn’t fall down on the job with so few days to get the surety bond. I feebly said that I certainly understood but that it was one of eight critical priorities I had to attend to today (some of which I daren’t blog about lest the District’s lawyers jump all over me). That defense didn’t buy me much sympathy over the phone.
As I headed out to drive to a UPS store to send a fax yet again to a bank that had gotten the same information already seven or ten times over the past month my wife asked me rather smartly if I was the only person in Let Duluth Vote who could do anything. No, I assured her, there are a couple other folks in the group whose spouses ask them the same question.
So, here it is 9:30 and I haven’t picked up my marker to do some serious redacting. But I promised to put the info about the stiff competition between the Central Classes of 1954 and 1958 on one of our websites. Is not all that surprising considering I never put the last thermometer on the website showing that we’d raised our full $100,000. (Actually more like $106,000.
So, about the big competition. Central’s classes of 54 and 58 were tied at $925 until yesterday when someone from the class of 54 chipped in $100 to Let Duluth Vote to take the lead from those young whippersnappers of 1958 at $1,025.
This is where I’m supposed to be posting the results as they come in: www.saveduluthcentral.com. I might be a bit more diligent about it if a few more classes from Central wanted to pitch in to make sure Duluth’s oldest high school lives on.
