"I forgot my gloves and I can't feel my thumb!" - Mark Smith
That's the winner caption to our most recent "write a caption to this photo" contest. The photo shows Nate Gundy with thumb in the air sitting with Brett Buller at the state semi-final boys' Division III soccer game.
Nate and Brett, both BHS soccer alums, live in Orrville and attended the game that sent Bluffton HS into the state finals.
Icon viewer Mark Smith wrote the winning caption and will receive five passes to the Shannon Theatre.
By Brendon Matthews
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then Facebook’s cup runneth over today.
As I scrolled through my feed I saw post after post of joyful faces celebrating an improbable run by the Bluffton High School boys' soccer team.
Not only did they beat the 1st and 3rd ranked teams in the state to get to this point, but they also won four straight overtime games: three in sudden death overtime and one in a shootout.
I am a creature of routine. I cannot tell if I have always been this way or if I were driven to it by having children.
I find my children thrive in routine - regular meal times, set bedtimes, a structured pattern to the rest and play of their day. My own children are so driven by routine that even on vacation, far from home, my daughter will ask "Where will we have quiet time after lunch today, Mommy?"
If my two-year-old doesn't nap, my eye starts twitching. And if we don't go to the library on Tuesdays, then the whole day is off-kilter.
For best effect, turn out your lights except for perhaps a candle, flashlight or very dim lamp. A handful of Bluffton residents know a different version, with a plausible explanation. If interested, bring this up to Nancy King, Sam Diller or Charles Hilty.
In the meantime, we stand by the following account.
In 1954 Bluffton voters approved a decision to raze the old Victorian-style Bluffton school building making way for a modern structure. It was an emotional decision, but necessary.
By Liz Gordon-Hancock
"Mommy, are you going to jail?"
This is what my daughter asked me, as I was being pulled over by the police for speeding. All three of my children were in the car at the time, and I had been speeding down Bentley Road because I was late to a lunch date with some friends.
"No, mommy's not going to jail. Mommy is getting a speeding ticket," I explained to my worried 7 and 6 year-old daughters. "That means I have to pay a fine."
Icon Restaurant Review:
Sardi's Restaurant
234 West 44th Street, New York City www.sardis.com
Reviewer: Liz Gordon-Hancock This is not a typical restaurant review, but the Icon believes this will be of interest to readers.
I had the opportunity to visit New York City for a long weekend with some girlfriends, and while there, ate at Sardi's Restaurant.
