John Anthony Pflugi

If you were to spend the day with Dad, you’d likely start the morning with a hot cup of coffee, a cinnamon roll, and the newspaper. Following breakfast, he would be remiss if he didn’t take you for a ride in his beloved 1970 MG, and then spend some time tinkering with the wiring for the tail lights. Later, you would either bask outside at the family cabin, toddy in hand with some great tunes, or fish for lakers on the North Shore. As 4 o’clock rolled around, Dad would start thinking about supper and comb through his recipe repertoire, relying on his years of self-trained culinary skills. He’d whip up something utterly delicious, served no earlier than 10:30pm, with a side of “Nessun Dorma” by Pavarotti. Or you would just eat the lakers you caught “until your eyes bug out.” Post dinner you’d “talk smart,” perhaps he’d even regale you with his time as a professional storyteller, or pontificate on why farts are funny (sorry Mom). Then to bed, but only after everyone else has called it a night first.

We invite you to share memories and stories of John with us, on December 10th at St Joseph the Worker Catholic Church in Maple Grove. Visitation at 10am, show at 11, luncheon to follow. That’s all from down here, back up to you in the booth, Bob.