Randy Brodersen

I am so sorry to hear about Randy. I met him when I worked at the Y in Bettendorf. We had a battle every day to see who checked him in on the card reader. Him or me. I was supposed to, but he would try and sneak in and do it himself. I laughed my tail off because one day he must have crawled through the door up to the counter where he magically appeared. I really looked forward to seeing him every day when I worked there.