I haven't posted this in awhile. Beester goes back to the early RGP days. He used to post this yearly. And eventually faded from posting. I picked up the torch and occasionally post it. For Beester. And for us. So we stop and count out blessings. Cherish those we love while we still can. Knowing how soon life can change.

Travel with me now, back forty years. To a warm summer evening, and play some Sittin Pretty.

...a wave of inner peace, never experienced previously and not until
yesterday, swept across my soul as I surveyed my "little world", that
night in the summer of 1979.

My beloved Katie, to me, unquestionably our maker's finest creation,
manipulating a silver ball on a machine that seemed to dwarf her, which
she insisted we buy on our meager newlywed income. That alluring glow of
the lighted backglass, that alluring glow of happiness on my beloved
Katie's face...EVERYTHING was right with the world, that night in the
summer of 1979...

...a wave of grief, never experienced previously, swept across my soul
as I surveyed my "crumbling world", that night in the summer of 1986.

My beloved Katie, to me, unquestionably our maker's finest creation,
trying to manipulate a silver ball on that same machine that always
dwarfed her, herself "propped up" by a makeshift "gizmo", not only
majestically battling the "high score demons", but bravely fighting off
the silent killer racking her body. My beloved Katie's last game was on
that night, in the summer of 1986. She GOT the high score! (She knew, I
think, that her best friend, this crazy guy that tried everything to
hide the grief in his eyes, this man who said "I DO" and who tried to be
every bit as strong as she, was periodically manually advancing the
100,000 points unit.

...a wave of inner peace, yesterday, swept across my soul as I surveyed
my "world".

My beloved Kathy, to me, unquestionably her mother's finest creation,
manipulating a silver ball on a machine that dwarfs her, smiling and
snickering, and looking every bit like my beloved Katie.

My beloved Katie lives on, through the unbreakable high score, through
one of the many pride's of my life, our daughter, and through a woodrail
pinball game called Sittin' Pretty, which has a magical power to
transport me back to that night in 1979, when all seemed right with the
world.

Beester
It ain't real pinball unless it's reel pinball

LTG : )