If you aren’t heading to Parklife, or to Sounds of Spring tomorrow, head over to Southbank at 2:40pm where thousands of rubber ducks will flock to the Brisbane River to battle it out in a race to fight cancer and to WIN one lucky owner a brand new car – a Sci-Fleet Toyota Yaris!

Join Channel 9’s Melissa Downes and B105’s Camilla to support the Great Brisbane Duck Race and cancer research at the PA.

How to Adopt your Duck(s):

1. Order ONLINE
2. DOWNLOAD your Duck Adoption Form and Post in
3. Call duck headquarters on 07 3240 2359; or
4. Visit your local Sci-Fleet Toyota dealership to adopt your duck and check out the prize vehicle!

It was a lovely day yesterday, and I took the opportunity to pay a second visit to the relaunched Brownhills Market on my way out for a ride in the early autumn warmth. I was pleased to see that the market appears to be bedding in, and was indeed expanded and busier, even at 2:00pm when I visited, quite late in the day. There was only one empty pitch, and the clothes stalls seem to be returning.

Swinging out up Silver Street, I noted a fun day in progress at the Canoe and Outdoor centre, so popped in to take a look – there was a busy little bric-a-brac fete with food and games, and a plastic duck race was taking place. I didn’t actually get to see how that worked on the generally millpond-like canal, but all concerned seemed to be having fun…

Followed by a spin up to Hoar Cross and Tatenhill, it was an enjoyable ride with only an unusually large quantity of idiot driving to detract from the day. Cracking stuff!

Fruit stalls still seemed to be doing well

The market was much busier than on the relaunch day...

I really like the new, wide aisles

The meat van has been a staple of the market for years

It's great to see outdoor activities for kids, the canoe centre is a real asset to Brownhills

The fun day at the centre was in full swing

Duck racing, what was your number?

Syracuse, NY — The semester my only class on Friday is New 617, Advanced News Reporting and Writing with Professor Bob Lloyd. It started at 8:20 a.m.

On the first day of class we spent an hour and a half making introductions and going over the syllabus. Just as everything was going so smooth, professor Lloyd and Gutterman dropped the bomb on us.

Our first assignment was to leave class and spend the rest of the day at the Great New York State Fair reporting on three different stories of our choice. The stories were due the next day at 12 p.m. I decided to write about a lemonade stand worker, a chainsaw carver and the duck race.

It was a long, hot day but a lot of fun. Here are some pictures:

- east coast paper boy

Yesterday, the music dept held a “duck race” at a students family farm. The actual duck race consisted of putting 200 plastic ducks into a river and seeing which would get to the end first! Seriously. You don’t get much more fun than this!

It being a music event, there were also performances from certain students; including the folk ensemble “Folk on Fire”, a duet from from Gemma and Danny, and the A Level students performed two songs together. We, being the A Level students, played “Fly me to the moon” first. Our arrangement of it consists of a slow opening of the first verse with only piano (played by me) and Harriet singing. That is followed by an instrumental with drums (Alex), piano (still me), bass guitar (Lucie- not A Level, but the actual A Level bassist didn’t attend the event) and clarinet (James). Its quite a good piece and I love it! Our second song was the Britney Spears “classic” “Gimme More”. In this, Hariet played guitar and sings the main melody, James took over on the bass,  Alex played the djembe and I sang backing harmonies. This is our acoustic “unplugged” version. And it was also our final EVER performance together! Sad times, really. I’m going to miss these guys so much.

Although, the highlight of the evening for me was definately the crazy quirky things that happened throughout the day. A member of staff wandering round with an advert for Jacket potatoes taped to her back (and yes she knew). Setting up the 2 gazebos (one for music, the other for food) and being paid in cans of coke! Taking my shoes off and then wandering up to the house with bare feet (there were lots of stones! Ouch!). And getting a free jacket potato with chilli on it. Its all about free food, people!

But most importantly. This evening was about saying goodbye to my time in sixth form and mainly to the music department that I have practically lived in for the past 2 years. I’m going to miss them.

Westport Sunrise Rotary’s “The Great Duck Race” will be held Saturday, June 20, from 11am to 3pm at Saugatuck River at Parker-Harding Plaza.

Once again Cedar Rapids is gearing up for an event to bolster our community.

Not only is PHELAN’S INTERIOR’S hoping our adopted duck floats across the finish line in first place, we are absolutely convinced he is the best decked!

This guy is sporting his bling and his pizazz. Check out that top hat -

 His winner’s attitude is on full display!

  Yup – he is all about floatin’ his stuff and living the dream!

Paul Phelan Jr will be downtown Saturday for the highly anticipated launch! Come and join us.  You’ll be supporting the 2009 beneficiaries:

FOUR OAKS, BOYS & GIRLS CLUBS,  POLK ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

This event is all about having a great time!

Saturday, June 6,  1:00PM

Dianne Ross

Interior Designer/Phelan’s Interiors

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PS Is it just me or has anyone else noticed a striking resemblance of our adopted duck to J R ?!  I don’t know – maybe it’s the tie.

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Number 333 belonging to Eve-Ann Beattie.

In tradition of the event she returned the prize of a spa bath ($1699) to be auctioned off , but retained the $500 cash prize.

Over 4000 ducks were sold ($5 each) raising around $8000 each for the 2 charities Te Omanga Hospice and the Gillies McIndoe Research Institute.

Thanks to the principal organiser Mike Raynes

See Photos here from Sundays events http://huttnz.co.nz/2009/04/05/recent-photos/

Forestville duck race coming in May

Five thousand plastic ducks will float down the Pequabuck River at 2PM on Sunday May 3rd to raise money for the beautification of Forestville center, but one village resident believes the winner will never be seen again. 

Dewey Jasper has no interest in the annual duck race.  “Did you ever notice that winners of this race just disappear never to be heard from again like Yaphet Kotto in the movie The Running Man?  Well, I ain’t gonna be the next Yaphet Kotto,” Mr. Jasper said while cleaning his bolt action rifle.  Dewey stated he was coerced by his wife into purchasing several ducks in the race with the promise of a seductive outfit during their conjugal relations this weekend.  “I’m pathetic,” admitted an embarrassed Mr. Jasper. 

The ducks will be dumped in the river on Andrew Street, and the first duck to cross the finish line at the Central Street Bridge will be declared the winner, with the owner of the winning duck (ticket) receiving a prize.  Should it be Dewey Jasper he will be upset “If my plastic duck wins that dam race and I die right after it.  I’m gonna be pisssed.  I don’t want to die.”

Man fears duck race?

Today we had our annual duck race on the river running through the millfields near Stony Stratford. Not real feathered ducks (though there were some about, willing to be fed) but the yellow plastic variety. The wind was against us this year, so the ducks didn’t go very far along the river. Eventually a duck was fished out with a net and declared the winner. The person who had ‘bought’ the duck promptly donated her winnings to the Organ fund.

This was one of those nice little unexpected happenings which is characteristic of people at our church (and probably at many others). It wasn’t a large sum of money – the amount didn’t matter, but as the event wasn’t in aid of the organ fund (traditionally our young Christians do a Lent fundraiser stall and duck race on the same Saturday for a designated charity) I wasn’t expecting the organ fund to benefit at all. Lots of small amounts of cash have quietly been building up the organ fund for the past 2 – 3 years, it sometimes seems like we are getting nowhere, but then when we add it all up, we feel as if we are making progress, which is really heartening, and is most definitely thanks to all those people who steadily make contributions at the various events we hold in our Parish.  So thank you to everyone who has contributed so far, and to all those who feel moved to support the organ in the future.

Nach einer letzten Nacht vor Wilsons Promontory (ich hab übrigens erstaunlicherweise sehr gut gepennt in der Karre) geht es morgens los in Richtung Melbourne. Dank meiner beiden super zusammenarbeitenden Navigatoren (“Lohnts sich zu drehen?” – Salke: “Ne glaub nich”, Tim: “Ich würds schon machen!” ; “Rechts oder Links?” – S: “Glaub Links”, T: “Nee, glaub rechts”) landen wir auf einer kleinen Straße die immer entlang der Küste führt – auch nicht schlecht. Wir halten unterwegs an einem Strand mit extrahohen Wellen an und machen uns danach auf in Richtung Melbourne, wo Salke dann in seine erste Millionenstadt fährt…moment, da war doch noch was!?

Achja richtig, Phillip Island. Naja, das ist schnell erzählt: Absolute Touristenhochburg, überhaupt nicht unser Fall. Die Penguin-Parade sollte man sich sparen, wenn man nicht grad auf Tribünenplätze (jeden Abend kommen 4000 Menschen…) und laaange Platz warmhalten steht. Die Pinguine sind dann allerdings schon ganz knuffig. Aber man kann genauso auch später an den 12 Apostels oder auf Kangaroo Island das gleiche für billig bzw. umsonst und in leer bekommen. Nach dem Check, ob auch kein Pinguin unter unserm Wagen sitzt, biegen wir in eine abgesperrte Straße ein und übernachten auf nem Parkplatz am Strand. Wie immer ist der Parkplatz schon rappelvoll, als wir aufstehen.

Also, zurück zu Melbourne: Da die Straße, in der unser Hostel liegt, nicht in unserm Atlas verzeichnet ist, müssen wir uns erstmal Stadtpläne an der Touri-Info mitten im Zentrum besorgen. Damit finden wir St. Arnaud (so heisst das Ding) dann ohne Probleme. Das Hostel ist ne ziemlich alte, von ner irischstämmigen Familie geleitete Bude, aber hat definitiv seinen Charme. Unser Zimmer hat nen eigenen Balkon und eigenen Kühlschrank! Die Location ist ziemlich perfekt: 100 Meter von den Royal Botanic Gardens entfernt und eine Straßenbahnhaltestelle direkt vor der Haustür, wunderbar!

Blick vom Balkon am Australia Day

Nach dem Auspacken tingeln wir natürlich direkt in die Stadt, zu Fuß durch den botanischen Garten. Ich beschließe, noch am selben Abend auf den Eureka Tower zu fahren.

Eureka Tower

Der Turm ist 91 Stockwerke hoch, mit knapp 300 Metern Höhe das höchste Wohnhaus der Welt (laut Werbung) und besitzt zusätzlich noch die höchste Aussichtsplattform und die schnellsten Aufzüge (88 Stockwerke in 38 Sekunden) der südlichen Hemisphäre. Na wenn das mal nix is (andererseits war ja auch der Nan-Tien-Temple der größte buddhistische Tempel der südlichen Hemisphäre, scheinbar gibts hier unten nich sooo viel)! Also, Ticket gekauft und ab nach oben. Man hat dort schon eine super Aussicht auf die Stadt, den Hafen und das sonstige Umfeld von Melbourne. Leider sind die Scheiben so verdreckt und das Licht so mies, dass vernünftige Bilder kaum möglich sind.

Melbourne vom Eureka Tower, hallo Reflektionen

Unten wieder angekommen, ist am Federation Square im Zentrum der Stadt große Stimmung angesagt: Eine australische Tennisspielerin hat sich gerade ins Viertelfinale der Australian Open gespielt, alle sind happy! Sowieso spielt sich scheinbar das gesamte Stadtleben von Melbourne in diesen Tagen entweder auf dem Gelände der Open selbst oder an den Public-Viewing-Plätzen ab.

Am zweiten Tag ist schon wieder Party angesagt: Der 26. Januar ist Australia Day, vergleichbar mit dem Tag der Deutschen Einheit. Nur sind Australier natürlich einiges stolzer auf ihr Land und feiern sich überschwänglich. Für einen Tag geraten die “Aussie Open” in den Hintergrund.

Australia Day

Den ganzen Tag über gibt es Aktionen über die gesamte Stadt verteilt, so wie das Duck Race, bei dem tausende kleiner Quietscheentchen (Hallo Jack) auf dem Yarra River um ein Auto wettschwimmen – ein echter Publikumsmagnet, wobei wahrscheinlich jeder Zuschauer ne Ente im Rennen hat. Das sieht dann so aus:

Duck Race, schon weit fortgeschritten

Ausreißer werden mit Köchern wieder eingefangen und herzlos ins Rennen zurückgeworfen. Am Abend darf dann natürlich das obligatorische Feuerwerk nicht fehlen, das natürlich gegen Silvester in Sydney ziemlich abstinkt (auf dem Bild sieht man allerdings auch nur einen Ausschnitt).

Feuerwerk Australia Day - Links Eureka Tower, rechts Fed Square

Tag Nummer drei ist für mich das absolute Highlight in Melbourne. Für 90 AU$ (statt OP 120 AU$) komme ich an eine Karte mit nem Top-Platz für die Viertelfinals bei den Australian Open. Dafür bekommt man in der Day Session drei Spiele. Auf dem Plan steht ein Damendoppel-Viertelfinale mit deutscher Beteiligung (Anna-Lena Grönefeld), ein Damenviertelfinale und als Highlight das Männerviertelfinale Roddick (#7 der Welt) gegen Djokovic (#3 der Welt). Für den Tag sind 41°C angesagt, die Hitzewelle rollt langsam an. Da freu ich mich natürlich, dass mein Platz im Schatten ist! Leider nicht für sehr lange. Ab 13 Uhr brennt die Sonne richtig und ich kleb schön an meinem Stuhl fest. Da das Damenspiel sowieso langweilig ist (ist auch nach weniger als ner Stunde zuende), spar ich mir da den zweiten Satz und kühl mich lieber im Schatten ab. Das Herrenviertelfinale ist dann absolut genial, ich hab noch nie so guten Livesport gesehen.

Andy Roddick gegen...

...Novak Djokovic

Gut, dass Djokovic dann aufgibt ist nicht so super, aber wer kanns ihm verübeln, ich bin ja schon auf der Tribüne weggeschmolzen. So komm ich immerhin aus der Hitze und treffe dann die anderen beiden beim Public Viewing am Fed Square. Da ist gute Stimmung, weil Dokic (die Australierin von oben) mal wieder spielt (und später verliert). Salke hat neue Freunde gefunden, eine eher ältere Australierin – man könnte auch sagen Oma – ist auch dabei, die dann an seiner Schulter einschläft. Wie süß!

Dann ist auch der dritte und letzte Tag in Melbourne zu Ende. Am nächsten Tag geht’s bei wieder über 40°C weiter in Richtung Great Ocean Road. Da wir es nicht geschafft haben, in das legendäre Viertel St. Kilda zu fahren (Schande, Schande) werd ich wohl auf jeden Fall während des Semesters nochmal für ein Wochenende nach Melbourne fliegen – solang das Geld es zulässt – um die Stadt auch mal abseits der beiden Highlights Australian Open und Australia Day kennenzulernen.

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Ok so I didn’t come up with that. I read it in a tourist brochure But seriously, this town is awesome. We stumbled upon the fact that this weekend is Bright’s food and wine festival…

So around dinner time we headed down to the river to watch the great Australian duck race to hopefully find that we’d won a sh*t load of money to help us get to Thailand later this year .Sadly we didn’t. Our duck was probably one of those facing the back of the pack! But what we found was…people everywhere! Not just a river full of rubber duckies but also a river bank full of tents set up by local wineries who made sure the wine floweth forth. Not to mention all the food, and a stage with live music. We ended up staying fairly late (well, considering we have an almost 1 year old). Ran into lots of locals, had chats, watched Kaden try to dance and use his massive lungs to sing… all is good in Bright.

The Smith family receiving a Disneyland trip from Tom Conlon, Finance Director at Marine Harvest Canada. (l-r Carol Durand, Cynthia Durand-Smith, Eddie Smith, Stuart Smith, Big Barry the Duck, Tom
Conlon)

Marine Harvest Canada is proud to once again sponsor first prize for the annual Campbell River Daybreak Rotary “Quacker 5000″ duck race.
This year’s top prize for the fastest duck was a trip for four to Disneyland, California. The Smith family were awarded their prize during a Rotary breakfast meeting held at the Maritime Heritage Centre in Campbell River in October. The Smiths won the race with a duck called ‘Big Barry’ – a tribute to the late Rotarian Barry Henshall.

The Great British Duck Race.

Headed over to the river to watch this, 250,000 rubber ducks!

My family went to the Oregon State Fair yesterday. It was my first visit to the fair. I wasn’t really impressed by the way the traffic flowed into the fair. You would think that for a state fair, there would be some form of guidance into the it, by the police or some other form. The Clark County Fair, has the state patrol and county deputies helping to direct the traffic into and out of the fair. Once we were able to get onto the Fair’s blue gate parking area, we were directed by the flow of parking to another parking area, the pink parking area, on the other side of the fair.

At the fair we first went to the dog show arena. My mother in law is involved in the 4-h with Josephine County. My daughter really enjoys looking at the dogs and animals. After lunch, we went over to the Great American Duck Race, were Abby and I raced a duck. While we were just given our duck to race, my duck wanted to get away from me, in doing so, I must have squeezed the pooh out of it and onto my shirt. I didn’t know that I had any poop on me until my wife seen it, just before I was about give her a kiss after the race. Anyway, Abby had a lot of fun, our duck came into 2nd place.

After the race we caught the end of a children show with Chinese Circus, kids mind you, doing amazing things, from bending, flipping, climbing a banner like a rope and doing wonderful tricks with it while climbing and falling. I would post pictures, but we were not allowed to take any.

We ended up spending the whole day looking at different things from shows, to art work done by kids in 4-h. Some of the things that some of these kids did were amazing, like welding from scratch working haduralic dumping beds to animal feeders.

To really see all that this fair had to offer I needed to have at least 2 days to visit it.

Hey people. A couple of days ago, i went to New York City. When we got there, we saw this thing called “The Million Dollar Duck Race”. First you adopt a little rubber duck. Later,they race the ducks down the Hudson River. All the money they earn goes to the special Olympics. So the race is a mixture of awsome rubber ducks and donating money to a good cause. I’ll have some pictures up soon.

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First I have to get the two bad things about today’s trip to the Das Fest out of my system, then we can go back to the fun.

So, bad thing number one. The man at the entrance stole my water!! As far as I was aware people are allowed to take their own water in on Sunday morning for the breakfast. According to this man no drinking water is allowed in at any time. You have to buy it there. I wouldn’t mind buying it there so much, but they only sell fizzy stuff and I hate, hate, hate the taste of carbon dioxide. Extremely sulkily I watched as he threw my water bottle in the bin. Then when we got in I saw at least 3 people with bottles of water much bigger than mine. I know for a fact those bottles weren’t bought at the Fest becasue a) they don’t see big bottles and b) even if they did sell big bottles they certainly wouldn’t sell Vittel. Taking my water away was just plain mean!

Bad thing number two. I had to use a port-a-loo. I’m now officially traumatised. AT least it was still fairly early (around 12:30pm) so it was clean and had toilet roll, but still. It was horrible. For one thing it was on a slope so the whole time I was in there I felt like it was about to tip over. Then there was the fact that the door was sooo hard to shut, which made me wonder whether I’d ever get it open again. The thought of being trapped in a port-a-loo for ages is not pleasant! But I survived, I managed to do what I went in for without actually touching the toilet (eeew!) and the door did open again when I wanted to come out. Still traumatised though!

Now back to the fun. The day started with the classic breakfast… everyone brings along something to eat and has a picnic on the grass while an orchestra plays classical music on the stage. A nice experience, although the lack of shade in front of the stage is sooo not good for me. I’m now sunburnt despite making use of the free suncream DM were giving out. And I used the highest sun protection factor. Curse my pale skin!
After breakfast we headed down to the river to see the duck race. This year 7,000 people bought a duck (or rather a ticket to represent a duck). Seven thousand ducks floating down the river looks brilliant! If you ever get a chance to see a rubber duck race definitely do. Neither of our ducks was among the first 25 to reach the end, so we didn’t get a prize. But we do still have a chance… the fasted 200 ducks win something, but only the first 25 prizes are handed out then and there. Tomorrow a list will appear on the internet so I can see whether we’ve won one of the smaller prizes. And if not, well it’s all for charity.

Once the duck race was over we headed back towards the main stage via a tap in the ground that we had spotted on the way down to the finish line. The tap produces drinking water, so I refilled the bottles of fizzy water that Jan had bought during breakfast. There’s no way I haven’t drunk enough water today!
Back at the main stage a band called Soundnugget were playing. The name has been bugging me all week. I knew I’d heard it somewhere before but couldn’t think where. The answer came to me yesterday… I read it all the time on one of the posters down in our bar. They played at one of our residence parties a few years ago. I missed them the year they played here, but today at the Fest I got to hear them and they’re actually pretty good. Young lads, in their early to mid 20s. They sing in English and are very enthusiastic.
The band who came on next we weren’t really bothered about seeing, and Jan wanted pizza, so we wandered off towards the so-called “sportpark”, bought pizza and went in search of the freestyle frisbee show. We found a few people doing stuff with frisbees, but nothing that looked like an official show so after watching some skateboarders doing tricks and stopping for a while to watch some random sport involving people juggling skittle shaped things on a volleyball court, the idea being that each person had 2 white ones while an orange one was passed from person to person, we headed back towards the main area. DM had a little tent where you could print out 5 photos from your camera for free so we took advantage of that before heading back to my place. Now Jan has gone home and I’m drinking gallons and gallons of water and praying that the sunburn isn’t a sign I’m going to be ill later. I get sunstroke soooo easily and I have to work tomorrow…

It’s the weekend of Das Fest here in Karlsruhe, as I’ve mentioned.. ooh, I don’t know how many times over the last few days. For those who don’t know (and actually care), Das Fest is the biggest free open air music festival in Europe (I believe). Not the biggest festival, obviously, but the biggest one that costs absolutely nothing to get in. Occasionally they have big name bands/singers there, mostly before they become big names but there are some that play Das Fest even after they’ve become famous (the first band I ever saw at Das Fest was Jethro Tull by the way… back in 2004). Apart from the music there are various other things going on, including activities and entertainment for kids, a beach volleyball tournament and a freestyle frisbee show (where people do things like throw frisbees up in the air and roll them down their arms).

So last night we went along to Das Fest to see German band Sportfreunde Stiller play. I quite like Sportfreunde Stiller, despite the fact that they don’t actually sing that well. They’re fun though and, as mentioned yesterday, brilliant for people learning the language. They were the first German band whose lyrics I could actually understand without looking them up. They put on a good show last night, made people laugh, had the crowd dancing and I was very pleased that I could sing along with almost all the songs they played. YAY. Personally I thought they were much better than the band who played before them, Revolverhead. Revolverhead released a song for this year’s European Cup which was quite frankly terrible!

This morning we met up with some other people from my student residence (and some who used to live here) for breakfast at Cae Emaille. The food at Emaille isn’t brilliant, but it’s a student friendly place where everything’s cheap (and it at least tastes better than the so-called “Mensa” (canteen) at the university). After breakfast Jan and I went to buy some rubber ducks. No, not real ones!
Tomorrow at Das Fest there’s a rubber duck race along the Alb, the little river that runs through the park. The  money raised goes to SMA Deutschland e.V, a charity that helps children with muscular atrophy. So even if you don’t win it’s worth taking part. And for those who do win there are some pretty good prizes, including a hot air balloon trip for two, a Canon printer and a football signed by KSC, the local football team (who are actually quite good and have made it into the top division).

Tomorrow it’s off to Das Fest again for the classic breakfast (bring your own breakfast and have a picnic in front of the main stage while an orchestra plays classical music) and the duck race. We decided not to go this evening because it started chucking it down and neither of us is particularly interested in Fettes Brot or KT Tunstall (who I’ve just discovered spells herself KT… and I’ve been calling her Katy all week. I’m sure if she ever discovers my blog I’ll be devastated!)

And now I shall leave you. I think I’ve rambled on for long enough!

Has spring really sprung this time. The TV is forecasting a high of 23 for Monday, which we will believe when we see it.

There are still some big snow drifts around here, but at least there is some hope. The main areas are almost free of snow and the water is drying up quickly. It will however be a little while before the campground roads are open. The pool has some open water starting to appear. I have a feeling before we know it camping season will be in full swing.

This upcoming Sunday is the annual Duck Derby in Balmoral. It is a fundraiser for the hall. We will finally be able to actually make it up their to check it out. The past two years we have always been busy with work and construction around here. It is also a week earlier this year. Apparently they dump 200 ducks into the creek and they ‘race’ to the end. There is also some activities and lunch in the hall. The Oak Hammock Marsh duck mascot will be around and I believe the marsh will have some other demos and displays set up. The weather is supposed to be nice and should be a fun afternoon.

Airport Final Tally

7,029 Tickets Sold by 37 Airport Rotarians

108% of our Goal

Airport Rotarians sold approximately 10% of all duck race tickets.

FIVE 20-book club members

SIX 10-book club members

Top Sales: John Alvord (30), Gary Hair (27), Elliott Braaten (20), ME Riley (20) Ellie Dumdi (20)
Ten-Book club: Steve Erickson, Bill Wilson, Paul Alexander, Linda Korth, Mary Lou Finigan

Congratulations Airport Rotarians for another year of record breaking Duck Race Sales!

Representatives from CASA and Birth To Three came to the Aug. 23 meeting. Both agencies are recipients of the Duck Race this year. CASA stands for Court Appointed Special Advocates. CASA volunteers stay with a child/family for several years to provide stability to the child/family and extensive knowledge in court. Birth To Three provides parenting classes for the entire community. The Duck Race funds will go to support classes for teen parents. Birth To Three provides the fragile group of teen parents with additional help and resources that the teens may not receive at home.

For more information about CASA, please visit http://www.casa-lane.org/.

For more information about Birth To Three, please visit http://www.birthto3.org/index.html.