It’s a late-summer evening in northwest Wisconsin as I write this, sitting on the second-floor balcony of our home on Pickerel Lake. The sounds of
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Goodbye, Dad…
My father died on June 28. I sit in my living room on a Sunday afternoon in July, nearly two weeks after getting the late-night
The only thing constant in life…
It’s been three months since my last post, and that means I’m not doing very well in sticking to my goal of one or two
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 perfect day…almost.
Today is Memorial Day. The true meaning of the day didn’t really take hold for me until I was well into my adulthood. My father
Too gone, for too long.
With no small amount of surprise, I just noticed that my last blog post was nearly three months ago. That’s way too long between posts,
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