Originally published in The Chronotype. It was Thanksgiving Day in 1966. We dined at my maternal grandparents’ house in Platteville, then went to Aunt
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Regrets? I’ve had a few…
I was scrolling through my various online feeds today and came across the latest Substack post by Dying Breed, an offshoot of The Art of
Entering orbit #70, all systems go.
It’s my birthday today. Sixty-nine years ago, a 20-year-old woman gave birth to a boy in the U.S. Army hospital in Heidelberg, Germany. Out in
Ageing well…and not.
Like everybody else, I’d like to live a long time. As I approach my 69th birthday in less than two months’ time, I’d like to
What a difference a year makes…
A year ago this week, I almost died. On Monday, June 24, 2024, my wife Sue and I were in Marshfield, for an appointment with
Summertime, family time
It is a rare moment I find myself in. It’s 8:23 on a Wednesday morning, and I’m home, not at the radio station, entertaining thousands
A Strenuous Writer's Life 