Skip to content

Rockpile -11-5-2014

Doug “Wado” Standaert joined the Elite “700” Club last week as Standaert rolled a nice 729 series with a high 266 game. So far this year we have had four 700s bowled.

Here are some more top scores this past week:

– Men’s Games: Ben Krosnoski, 245; Steve Bazille, 239; Brent Standaert 237; Brian Casey – 235.

– Women’s Games: Cindy Rassbach, 211; Lori Klinger, 211; Peg Obermueller, 205; Cari Cassellius, 199.

Dan Obermueller and Dylan Dikeman converted the tough 6-7-10 split!! Good job kids!!

Back When

• 1960 Song of the Day: “Alabama” – Cowboy Copas

• 1973 Song of the Day: “We’re Gonna Hold On” – Tammy Wynette and George Jones

• 1988 Song of the Day: “Gonna Take A Lot of River” – Oak Ridge Boys

• 1989 Song of the Day: “High Cotton” – Alabama

• October 31, 1926: Harry Houdini died at age 52.

• 1938: Orson Wells expressed “deep regret” that anyone thought his “War of the Worlds” broadcast was real.

• 1950: There was an assassination attempt on Harry S. Truman. He escaped unscathed, but one gunman and a White House policeman were killed.

• 1971: The First Eisenhower dollar coins were put into circulation. They were minted from 1971-1978.

• November 5, 1941: Bernard Joseph Standaert was born to Lawrence and Margie Standaert. Dr. McCusker delivered the baby boy for a cost of $25.00 cash (doctors made house calls back then!! Happy Birthday, Brother!!

Some Funny Signs

• At a car dealership: “The best way to get back on your feet – miss a car payment.”

• On a plumber’s truck: “Don’t sleep with a drip. Call your plumber.”

• On an electrician’s truck: “Let us remove your shorts.”

Senators in Hell?

While walking down the street one day a corrupt senator (that may be redundant) was tragically hit by a car and died.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the senator.

“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.”

“Really? I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,” says the senator.

“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.”

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course.

In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest wines and champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.

They are all having such a good time that before the senator realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, “Now it’s time to visit heaven.”

So, 24 hours passed with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

“Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.

“I don’t understand,” stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?”

The devil smiles at him and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning…today, you voted.”

Vote wisely in November.

Religious Rockpile Readers of the Week
Cliff and Jean Anderson of Glenwood City, Wisconsin.

Have a cute story or joke?
Send to:
Leaker’s Place
P.O. Box 213
Glenwood City, WI 54013
or you can email: