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1982


Because it took so long to get  Mr. Roedel to talk about his memories of 1982 it is evident that this is not a year that he is very comfortable speaking about.  Sitting across from him in his lounge chair we find John wearing a zebra print bathrobe and holding a pipe.  Since this look seemed a little uncomfortable on him I asked him if this was he typically wore on a Sunday evening or if he was just dressing up for my benefit.  His response was "What are you talking about?  Of course this is what I wear.  Why do you ask?  Am I holding the pipe wrong?"   Knowing that he appeared to be on the defensive I began our interview about what he remembers about 1982.  Here is the transcript:


Interviewer:   Mr. Roedel what would you like to share about what was going on in your life in 1982?

Roedel:  Not much.  It was a pretty boring year.

Interviewer:  I find it hard to believe there is nothing you would like to talk about.

Roedel:  No really.  I cannot think of anything exciting.

Interviewer:  Right, but to be honest the other stories you shared from your past years weren't exactly riveting.

Roedel:  You didn't think that my pre-school tales were captivating?

Interviewer:  Uh.  Well...

Roedel:  What about the story about the entry from 1981?  The year I went skating for the first time...that didn't get your heart pumping.

Interviewing:  Yeah....I was just hoping for something a bit more exciting.

Roedel:  Or the day that I de-pants myself in front of the girl next door?  You-

Interviewer:  I don't really want to hear about that one again.  Please.... 

Roedel: Well, fine.  I don't have anything exciting to talk about in 1982....

Interviewer:  Nothing?

Roedel:  Nothing.  Well...except I can tell you the story about how I got the nickname "Swampy" because of my messy desk I kept in second grade.

Interviewer:  That is kind of what I am talking about.  I was hoping for something a little bit juicier of a tale.  Not that people would not hear about hearing about your messy desk...but....is there anything a little for interesting?

Roedel:  No.  Not really.  How about the day I was taking a ski lesson and I became a little out of control and ran over an old lady who was carrying a tray of hot chocolate out of the ski lodge to a group of her friends.

Interviewer:  Uh..what else you got?

Roedel:  Really.  It was pretty incredible!  I can still hear her screaming when I lay down to sleep at night.  I am not sure what scared her more....the quart of boiling hot liquid flying through the air...or my writhing body straddling her as we both hit the snow together. 

Interviewer:  Hmmmm....

Roedel:  You don't like that either?  Well..I got nothing else.  I have given you gold.  I have given you winners and you are just turning your back on it.

Interviewer:  I just need some better material if people are going to keep reading.

Roedel:  Well...you can eat a piece of "Get out of my house" cake.

Interviewer:  That makes no sense....

Roedel:  Same to you.  But double.

Interviewer:  What does that mean?

Roedel:  I am not sure.

Interviewer:  Ok...I will get going.  Wait a second...do you have two different colored eyes?

Roedel:  Uh, yeah.  When I was eight I had my eye poked out with a stick.  I had to get some crazy experimental surgery that involved lasers and stuff in order to save my eye.

Interviewer:  Wow...that sounds incredible!

Roedel:  I guess.  The surgery had just become available at our hospital about three weeks before it happened.  So I was the first person here to get it done...so I was kind of a lab rat for a while.

Interviewer:  Now this is a story! 

Roedel:  Maybe.  Kind of boring if you ask me...

Interviewer:  Wait...you said that this happened when you were eight?

Roedel:  Um.  Yeah.

Interviewer:  So this happened in 1982?

Roedel: Yep.

Interviewer:  Why the heck did you not bring this up in the first place????

Roedel:  Because it was not as interesting as my Swampy story, or my face plant into the greatest generation.  Those stories are ripe for the telling.  The people want to know those ones!  Not the one about my eye getting saved with some sort of new miracle surgery.

Interviewer:  Good grief.

Roedel:  Ok.  Fine.  I have a better story than all of those ones for you.

Interviewer:  Better than your eye story that you think is so boring.

Roedel:  Definitely.

Interviewer:  Alright then!  I am ready.  We need a good entry for 1982.  Hit me....

Roedel:  Get ready.  You are about to hear the story I ate a Q-tip on a dare from my neighbor.

Interviewer:  I hate this gig....