Pat, was a very creative and talented person.

We were introduced May 13, 1968, the day I started work for the City of Newport Beach Public Works Department. As I remember, the person who was showing me around cautioned me about how salty, vocal and opinionated the Field Engineer, Pat Dunigan, was and that I should give him a wide berth unless I wanted trouble. To me that was a challenge.

It’s been a quiet week in Lake Woebegone…

It was Saturday night, of course. About 7:30. There we were, at 336 Snug Harbor Road, seated around the breakfast room table, plates filled with flank steak, baked potatoes, and a green salad, gathered together as a family, my dad, my mom, me, and Garrison Keilor.

When Erin called me on Wednesday and asked me if I would say a prayer for Pat today. My Words were “I would be honored”.

When Erin was kind enough to ask me if I would lead the Lord’s Prayer at Pat’s service my first reaction was to immediately answer yes – a simple answer to a simple question. But to an engineer there may be simple questions but there are rarely, if ever, simple answers. Pat would have understood this because in many ways he was more of an engineer than I...

Eternal God,
We celebrate here today because we know that Pat's soul is in heaven with you. Your love for him and for us is everlasting; only you can turn the shadow of death into the brightness of this morning light.