The Ewoldt House of Horror (2nd annual) went off without a hitch. Despite some weak advertising, and a lot of word of mouth… it just seems like we are having a hard time breaking the 60 visitor barrier which was similar to last year. It is what it is however, and what it was – was a fun time for all involved. Make no bones about it, there were a number of people that didn’t come by this year because they said last year was “too scary”. We did see some new faces that liked the show we put on and expect to see them back next year. Our set this year was much more elaborate than 2010 and was a blast.
I will eventually get a lot of photos up on a pbase page, but for now will leave you with this one. It means a lot to me. You see, we are living in an age when photos like this are a part of our regular society. I could have had this one on facebook in a matter of minutes.
I’m saddened by this photo as much as I love it. I could have taken many like it back in the 80′s and 90′s, but the technology wasn’t quite there yet. No camera phones, no DSLR cameras, no facebook or other instant media source. You just occasionally shot with film and hoped that you would get something worthwhile. Usually you didn’t. I’m saddened by the number of times I missed photos like this while I was racing, working with the fire department, fishing, storm chasing, hanging out, whatever.
In 1986, I went to an Oklahoma/Nebraska football game in Lincoln with my good friend Kenneth. We were not expected to win the game and found ourselves down 17-10 with not much time left in the 4th quarter. The first miracle happened when we managed to tie the game at 17, and the second miracle had us kicking a field goal to win 20-17 as time expired. We ran down to the field, but I wasn’t about to jump the fence because I thought we would get arrested or something. Kenneth – who was a lot bigger than I – bailed over and grabbed me, lifting me up over the fence. Not knowing really what to do, we just ran around in the excitement of the win. Then I turned head first into Anthony Phillips – OU guard – 6’3″ – 280 lbs. I guess that he was in need of someone to celebrate with as well and grabbed me and threw me around in a complete circle/hug. How about that for a facebook moment – that didn’t exist. We jogged off the field with the team until they wouldn’t let us go any farther and the rest was history.
My story jumps to a scene from “Dead Poets Society”. One of my favorite Robin Williams films. He takes his first class out into the hallway to point out all the pictures on the walls…. football players, various groups of people that are all in black and white photography and probably date to the early 1900′s. At first he tells them that they are no different – look into their eyes – full of ambition – ready to change the world. Then reminds them that they are all worm food. Pushing up daisies. Dead. Gone.
Carpe diem – seize the day he whispers.
My wife said something to me the other day that was both beautiful and sad. As we were enjoying some time on the couch – she mentioned that she would like to spend forever with me. After a pause, she added, but their not going to let me do that. I said no, I don’t think that’s how it works.
So, we come up on our Ewoldt House of Horror – 2nd edition. It was important to me to catch all the players after the game was finished. All the smiles, all the hopes, all the ambition – myself, Jocelyn, Mari, Mike, Jackie, Betsy, Andie, Shan, Cody, Jim, Eric, Jake and Billy. World by the tail. It would be nice to see the 40th annual Ewoldt House of Horror, but the reality is that someone – sometime – will look at that picture and realize that they are the only one that hasn’t become worm food.
I’m so happy that I caught the picture – one that I might not have 20 years ago. As our guests left, there was a lot of talk about next year, but there are no guarantees. Enjoy your friends, play golf, have a few drinks, watch a football game or put together a haunted house. Carpe diem….