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
Tag: Wisconsin
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,
The last men standing.
It’s late November in northwest Wisconsin. The fall colors peaked over a month ago, we’ve had several inches of snow already–most of which has melted,
Cold turkey.
The month of August was a very busy one for your humble correspondent. Indeed, I see that my last post was on the 2nd, several
I am that masked man.
August is here. In many ways, it’s starting like every August we’ve had since we moved in here back in 1994. It’s hot, sunny, and,
To read, or not to read?
That is the question I face. An author I know has a new book coming out soon. He’s been very successful, writes well, is in
A Strenuous Writer's Life 