You need only to do two things: first, download and print out a copy of this PDF document. Second, take it to a Space Aliens Restaurant near you and present the printout when you pay for your meal. They’ll donate 25% of the bill to benefit baby Charlie and his loving mommy and daddy.

Isaac and Elysa are truly great kids, and I want to do what I can to help out with this fundraising. If you are unable to make it to SA this Monday, you can also call American Bank Center and inquire about the Charlie Smith Benefit Fund. The address of the fund:

American Bank Center
attn. Tina Valeu
320 N 4th St
Bismarck, ND 58501

Here’s the link to the PDF document one more time.
If you have Adobe Acrobat Reader installed, you’re good to go. It may take a little bit for the program to load, but the file should download reasonably quickly. Click on the icon below to download the free Adobe Reader if necessary.

When you print the PDF, don’t forget to take it with you and present it to your server when you pay for your meal! This is only valid for April 6th at the time of service. Thanks in advance if you’re able to help on Monday. You can also download the PDF file and email it to others if you think they’d be interested.

I did not take my camera. I wasn’t there to take pictures or blog anything. I had my cell phone, which is how this shot came to be, but that’s all. In fact, other than the Heart River ice jam, I have not pursued any photos of this whole flooding ordeal. It just seems a little too much like capitalizing on a situation that is very miserable for a lot of people. If you have read this site long enough to know what I think of ambulance-chasing news reporters, you’ll understand my sensitivity in this matter.

Here are a few thoughts and observations from the day:

When I arrived, there were so many volunteers it was an emotional experience. Some were bringing in cases of water along with their shovels. National Guard personnel were briefing us on what we needed to do. The line of trucks waiting to pick up sandbags went all the way up 7th Street to Rosser Avenue when I arrived, so there was plenty of work awaiting.

I watched as Mayor Warford helped re-stack a pallet of sandbags that had spilled. He’s had a very busy day due to all this flood-related business, but I was impressed that when he saw something that needed to be done, he did it. He is a rancher, after all.

Everybody was really cheerful and polite. There were lots of “thank yous” and “good lucks” traded between volunteers and drivers. I went where the work was, as different parts of the Civic Center were busier than others from time to time and I hate standing around. In doing so I worked with all kinds of different people. All were friendly and hard working.

There was plenty of hospitality, too. I was up until the wee hours of the morning last night cleaning sidewalks and driveways until my snowblower quit (presumably with a failed drive belt). With very little sleep, I needed a break after only a couple of hours. There was an area with lots of refreshments and snacks. I had a great sugar cookie and a couple of glasses of OJ, thanked the Salvation Army workers, and it was back at it. I saw a couple of National Guard soldiers with a box of donuts and bottles of Powerade, which they were giving to the dump truck drivers as they came in through the tunnel.

There were more volunteers than there was work. That can actually gum up the works a little bit, but I heard tonight on KX News that organizers were pleased with the efficiency given the overwhelming number of people who showed up.

The best feeling in the world is when a group of people come together for a common cause and set about doing it with total commitment. That’s why I like working on live TV broadcasts so much. It was so cool to be a part of this whole operation for a good chunk of today, and I couldn’t be more proud of Bismarck-Mandan citizens of all walks of life.

This is my first experience with such a disaster situation. I’ve seen plenty of news footage of things like this helping elsewhere, but it finally hit home. How anyone (ahem, Michele Obama) could say they aren’t proud of their country is beyond me. Skinny high school girls worked next to big tattooed biker types as if they’d been long time teammates.

Those who couldn’t lift sandbags sat and tied them shut once filled. I helped one such lady who couldn’t lift the bags out of her lap after she’d tied them, but she tied them so quickly that there was a new bag ready every time I turned around from stacking the last one. I saw older folks, kids, folks in ripped jeans like me and some in pretty expensive clothing. The variety of folks that showed up with their shovels and their elbow grease encompassed every sort of category you could try to shoehorn a person into. And it ain’t over yet.

If I wasn’t so sleep-deprived and didn’t have a wife and two toddlers, I’d have gone back down there after church tonight. I actually considered it out loud, but my wife brought me back to earth. If you haven’t pitched in at one of the sandbagging stations, even for a short time, go give it a try. It’s very fulfilling and you can take some ownership in this community’s battle against the “Flood of ’09.” It’s a 24/7 operation at this time, we’ll see how things progress as the Big Muddy gets cleared of all the ice jams.

One of the things we found really interesting was the Flag Page Test, which they did with a sample couple from the audience. As with many couples, they tested as somewhat opposites. After bringing them up on stage and showing us their scores, he asked them a variety of questions and had them pegged right on with each question. The goal is to help you understand your spouse better by finding out what matters most to them, then finding out how best to satisfy their needs. It’s really cool.

Two things I really agree with from this weekend: One is that the feminization of our culture (especially the churches) is doing the men of our nation a horrible disservice. Another is that a strong marriage isn’t about changing who we are, but about realizing how to best give our spouse the type of love and affirmation they need. That starts by figuring out just what in the world that type is, as I described above.

There were so many gold nuggets in the two days of presentation, I can’t list them all. I do know that we will be buying his book by the same name, which goes into greater detail and gives specific citations of the studies that he mentions in his presentation.

Stacy and I had originally scheduled a “date night” for this Friday, with our friends taking the toddlers for a sleepover. Then we found out about the Laugh Your Way presentation and decided to attend as part of our date. My wife’s persistence paid off in being a lucky caller to KNDR to win a pair of tickets, which left money in our Date Fund to spring for a nice meal at the Walrus and some swag at the event. It was all time and money well spent. Even a healthy marriage needs maintenance, and we intend our marriage to last. Part of that, by the way, is my decision to not take my ubiquitous camera along on our dates, thus the less-than-stellar cellular phone picture above.

I’ve referred to these guys previously as JPL, but they took on the Tucker’d Out moniker when they started playing some serious gigs. The band is comprised of brothers John and Lynn, and bass player Jeff (“Petey” ). Thus the “JPL” origins. Petey, Lynn, and I have worked together since…well, almost 20 years, technically…since the start of my NBC days. They’re part of the KVLY crew, and we’ve worked together on freelance jobs all over from ESPN to FOX Sports Net. I got to meet John for the first time this weekend as well.

Thanks to the guys for playing two of my all-time favorite songs, and calling me out by my TV nickname (which I am not giving away, sorry!):

“The Dutchman” is a song I can’t listen to with a dry eye. It’s a sweet song about an old man whose grip on reality is fading due to dementia, and his loving wife Margaret who is ever by his side. It’s just a plain lovely song. Lyrics are copyrighted material, so I’ll post a link to the writer’s page here.

I’m no Bob Dylan fan, but the song Lay Down Your Weary Tune is another truly beautiful song that pops into my head whenever I behold a broad landscape and the beauty of God’s creation. Please click on the link above and read the lyrics; you’ll see what I’m talking about.

As with many of the songs I hear them play, I’ve never heard the original versions of these two favorites. I don’t want to. With a simple guitar, acoustic bass, and mandolin, these guys give such a warm treatment to every song they play that I don’t ever want to hear these songs by anyone else. It’s simply not necessary. Songs like “If I Had a Boat” (one of my other favorites) seem to be written for these guys, anyway.

One side note: their albums are recorded, mixed, and mastered by KVLY farm news anchor and meteorologist Mick Kjar. They sound as well as any studio recording I’ve ever heard. What is it about those farm news guys? Al Gustin is another one who’s multi-talented, with woodworking and other skills to go with his award-winning journalism. I guess it takes a certain type of fella to fill those morning ag news shoes!

For any of you who find themselves in the Fargo-Moorhead area, look ahead on that page to see if Tucker’d Out is playing while you’re there. Check out the songs on their MySpace page, and score a copy of their CD if you’re able. Say hi from me, and ignore any stories they might tell about me!