Category Archives: Event

Freedom Flight Sendoff

A few months back I went to the Freedom Flight Sendoff and snapped a few pictures. Here are a few of them:


Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

Freedom Flight Sendoff

I went to the Freedom Flight Sendoff to see Jesse’s Dad, but I was surprised when Derrick’s Dad got up and gave an impromptu speech about the sacrifice of the significant others of veterans.

If you don’t know, the Freedom Flight is a flight that takes veterans to Washington D.C. to visit the memorials that stand in their honor.

Tenderloin Appreciation Society – Webster City Field Work

On Saturday, the Tenderloin Appreciation Society hopped in one of Scottie D.’s many vehicles and headed north on 17 to Webster City. Home of the Grid Iron Grill and Sports Lounge. The current reigning Best Tenderloin in Iowa according to the Iowa Pork Producer’s Association.


Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Scott and Porter had their game faces on. Although Porter actually ordered chicken strips. He is still in training.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
They have one of those pin your location maps.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Boone! Represent!

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
They also have coloring contests.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
The official plaque!

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Our waittress delivering our tenderloins.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
The tenderloin.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Austin. About to become a man.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Scottie D.’s first bite.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Austin with a “tenderloin bomb”.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Austin makes it official.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Side view.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Are you taking the picture?

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
My first bite.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
The aftermath.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Christopher D. Bennett was here.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
His work done. He retired for the day.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
They have a mailbox for Santa.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
They’ve won some awards. Dilly dilly!

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
Their nightly specials.

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill

Tenderloining at Grid Iron Grill
The Tenderloin Appreciation Society

THE VERDICT

THE GOOD

  • The meat to bun ration was nearly dead on. Could have used a touch more meat, but awful close to the golden ratio.
  • A good thick cut of meat. Not one of those flat pork fritters masquerading as a tenderloin.
  • A light breading, which worried me, but the breading had a good flavor.
  • The bun was toasted.
  • It is a clean restaurant with good service.
  • They serve Pepsi products.

THE BAD

  • Red onions. Not a complete miss, but not the preferred tenderloin onion.
  • Kaiser bun. Seemed to distract from the tenderloin. But at least it wasn’t as terrible as a panini bun.
  • Standard tenderloin came with onion, pickles, lettuce, and tomato. The standard tenderloin SHOULD come with onion and pickles. You should put the mustard and ketchup on yourself.  Get rid of the lettuce and tomato.

THE UGLY

  • Sweet pickles. This was the biggest miss by far. Sweet pickles don’t belong on a tenderloin.
  • Very greasy.  I know. A tenderloin. But so greasy that the bottom bun was very soggy and made it a challenge to finish the sandwich and keep my glorious beard relatively clean. I’m not sure if this sogginess was a result of the kaiser bun OR because the tenderloin wasn’t properly drained after it was pulled from the fryer. My gut reaction is that it is a conglomeration of both.

THE FINAL WORD

The Grid Iron Grill serves a good, but not great tenderloin. I would gladly eat it again, but I would not pursue it. It is does not belong in the Pantheon with Nick’s or Cole’s or The Legal Limit (may she rest in peace), but it is certainly several notches above garbage tenderloins like you see at The Lucky Pig or Gramma’s Kitchen or Thunderhead Sports Bar & Grill.

Next Up

Sometime in January the Tenderloin Appreciation Society will be visiting the 2017 runner-up in Winterset. If you would like to apply for a spot on our next field work trip, you know how to contact me.

Manger Things

I don’t usually explain the titles of the entries in The Artist’s Notebook, but I’m going to explain this one.

Last night as I was restlessly watching a DVRed copy of THE HUNT FOR THE ZODIAC KILLER and thinking about general events of the day, I played a snap from Alisa from her church’s youth group. The theme from their current sermon series is “Manger Things”.

A reference to the Netflix hit (and second best show on television) STRANGER THINGS.

I thought that was a clever idea and I’m curious how it is. Often times when Christians try to appropriate pop culture it comes off like this:




I’m hoping it is actually pretty cool, but I guess I’ll just never know.

On Sunday, following the soup supper my church (Boone First United Methodist Church represent!) did its own version of MANGER THINGS. Here are a few images:


2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

2017 Boone FUMC Christmas Play

Solid work from everybody involved! I think it was one of my favorite Christmas plays we’ve done to date!

#Methodists2Houston

I wanted to start today’s entry into An Artist’s Notebook by thanking Alabama for not sending a serial pedophile to the Senate.

Thank you Alabama for not sending a serial pedophile to the Senate.
Thank you Alabama for not sending a serial pedophile that thinks that homosexuality should be a crime and compared it to bestiality to the Senate.
Thank you Alabama for not sending a serial pedophile that thinks that homosexuality should be a crime and compared it to bestiality and thinks that we should get rid of the amendments that freed the slaves, gave African-Americans the right to vote, gave women the right to vote, and outlaws voter suppression via taxes.
Thank you Alabama!

Now to the meat of this entry. On Sunday night we had our annual Christmas Play at the church. Before the play the youth group hosted a soup supper as a fundraiser for the mission trip to Houston. Here are a few photos from that event:


Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Soup Supper Fundraiser

Thank you to everybody that came out and supported the youth group mission trip and donated the fat stacks of cash!

Maybe Christmas Doesn’t Come from a Store

Last Thursday was the Christmas Lighted Parade in Boone. My church started (hopefully) a new tradition by entering a float in the parade. I went down to the parade with the thought of photographing it, but in the end, I ended up on the church float.

Here are a few pictures from the night:


Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

Lighted Parade - 2017

I’ll be excited to see where the church takes this new tradition in the future!

We in the Sh!t Now, Somebody Gotta Shovel It!

As I continue to hammer away at my backlog, the photos I took during the Women’s March in January seem apropos for this time in our history.

The #MeToo movement has really made some progress in this country lately. They have managed to out and take down several members of the media, Hollywood, and politicians. However, at the same time, there is still so much work to do.

Alabama is about to elect a serial pedophile to Congress.

A man that has sexually assaulted at least 19 women and was sued twice for raping a 13 year-old sits in the Oval Office.

I mean this is a legitimate argument and a legitimate screen shot of an ad for Michigan’s Attorney General race:




On top of that…

The most corrupt and treasonous regime in U.S. History currently sits in Washington trying to create a permanent aristocracy by killing net neutrality, ending estate taxes (while also raising taxes on the middle class), and getting rid of anti-trust rules to unify sources of information.

The work is far from done. We must continue to rise up!

Here is a set of pictures from the Women’s March back in January:


Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

Women's March - 2017

I’ll publish the balance of these pictures on the morrow.

Relationship Goals

I hope all of you had a marvelous Thanksgiving weekend! I had a particularly great Thanksgiving weekend myself.

On Thursday morning I got up and went down to the church (Boone First United Methodist represent!) to take photos of our annual Thanksgiving. This is the second year in a row I’ve photographed the event. From the initial looks, I’d say that we served more than double what we served the previous year.

After hanging with the church family, I went to my Mom’s house for my family Thanksgiving. As usual, it was great. As usual Mom’s cooking was on point. Teresa’s French Silk Pie was delicious as usual. We watched SING and Alexis put up the Christmas tree.

Friday I got up and did some G33 classified business, but it was lots of fun. Even though the cheating was even more rampant than usual.

At noon I went to the Wal-Mart and rang the bell for the Salvation Army. One of my favorite things to do every year. For the people watching aspect alone.

Friday night I went to Boxholm and had a supper prepared by Becca and Bethany. It was kind of a surreal experience because we had the meal in Shorty and Doris’ home. All their stuff is still there, but now their stuff is accented with Tim’s style. Which isn’t bad, but it is weird. However, Bethany and Becca rocked the meal. Turkey and duck?!? Insane!

Saturday morning Dae Hee and I hit the road for Manhattan to see Nate and Laura, plus watch the Iowa State Cyclones battle the Kansas State Wildcats in football. On the way down there we stopped at a Waffle House in St. Joe’s because we were hungry and I love me some Waffle House. However, the Waffle House experience was marred with tragedy. I was mistaken for an Iowa Hawkeye fan by a group of Nebraska fans. It took me awhile to figure out that they had mistaken me for such a low beast as a Hawkeye fan because I was blatantly dressed like a Cyclone fan. It just put a pall on the entire experience. I couldn’t even properly enjoy the road waffle that Waffle House generously gifted us.

The rest of the trip to Manhattan went without incident. Mostly Dae Hee sleeping and me explaining every song of HAMILTON to a sleeping Dae Hee.

We lunched at a place called Bourbon & Baker. It is a small plate restaurant and I would recommend it. I’d highly recommend their chicken and waffles and that isn’t just my love for waffles speaking. #wafflelife

After lunch Nate and Laura dropped us off at Vampire Stadium. Nate scored us great free seats from some old retired professor dude. We sat on the 40 yard line in actual seats. Other than them being in literally the smallest rows in the history of rows and being surrounded by Purple Kansans, it was a great experience. Until the 4th quarter. When all of a sudden it was as if the Vampire had called up Bill Self and asked to borrow his personal refs.

I’m not blaming the loss on the refs. Iowa State certainly aided Purple Kansas with horrible play calling, but I can say with 100% certainty, I’ve NEVER seen a time where the referees threw 3 flags on one team and picked them all up. Not in an entire season. Not in an entire game. Not in an entire half. Not in an entire quarter. Definitely not in a 5 minute period.

What particularly hurt is when Kansas State blatantly interfered with Iowa State’s all-world receiver Allen Lazard. The refs threw the flag, because it was pretty blatant. Then got together. Picked up the flag and then tried to pretend that they were decent human beings, which they obviously are not. If they make the correct call there, the game is over and Iowa State leaves Manhattan with a victory and all is right in the world.

But I think this tweet by Lazard really puts a comedic spin on the deal:


Relationship Goals

What made the loss almost worse is the fact that Purple Kansans are so incredibly nice. At least 15 of them came up to me or Dae Hee to thank us for coming to their stadium. To tell us that we have a great team. It was a great game. In my state of mind at the time, I almost would’ve preferred an obnoxious Hawkeye or Husker or Jayhawk fan.

I’m pissed. Don’t be nice to me.

After the wave of Purple Kansas Nice finally finished washing over us, Nate and Laura picked us up and Road Rage Laura took us to dinner at the Taphouse. Another Manhattan eatery I would recommend. Their Korean Wings are delicious. Their house brewed root beer was good, but not great. Very strangely they served it on ice. Must be a Purple Kansas thing.

Then the final twist of the knife came when I got a snap from somebody that was eating pizza from The Adobe. I’ve been badly hankering for some pizza from The Adobe for quite some time now. I guess that is my own fault for not just going myself.

After dinner I cashed in my chips and called it a night. I was physically and emotionally drained.

Nate got a text in the morning from Bethany that Nora was sick. We decided to skip breakfast and hit the road.

On the way out of town we stopped at Manhattan Hill. 8 AM. The only people there were Cyclone fans. It was universally agreed upon that we were all still pissed. We hopped in the car and headed home. That little Manhattan Hill therapy session definitely helped my mood a bit.

But I really brought you here to share some photos from church’s Thanksgiving meal:






































































































The church server 521 meals on Thanksgiving! What an incredible blessing!