Monthly Archives: August 2010

“If it doesn’t say Amana. . .”

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For most people,  the name Amana means one thing . . . appliances.   Remember the first successful microwave oven?  It was the Amana Radar Range, and when it first came out it seemed like something straight out of the Jetsons.   (Barbara Hale, of Perry Mason fame, was featured in their commercials,  which always ended with

Fish out of Water

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Kathy and I had hoped to be of help to Matt and Randi in the last couple days of preparing and packing up for their big trip-  the word “trip” doesn’t really seem sufficient when one is flying from the U.S.A. to New Zealand-  but there wasn’t all that much for us to do.  We

The Last Dance

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My sister Randi and her family are about to embark on an amazing adventure . . . to New Zealand of all places!  In a nutshell, my sister had decided that the time had come for her to leave the Mayo organization (she had been a family doctor in their Decorah clinic) but her contract

So Sorry!

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Let me first explain the photo and that most becoming expression on the face of our lovely niece, Lorelai.  In the lower left hand corner of the photo you can see the edge of a game board. . . for Sorry . . .  and Kathy snapped this picture right after I won what was

The Secret Garden

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Kathy and I had the pleasure of attending an absolutely  fascinating wedding this past Friday.  I know the word “fascinating” is not typically used to to describe weddings,  and most weddings are just the opposite.  But the wedding of our friend Megan Parker was fresh and beautiful and truly uncommon, and we were so glad

Checks Nix

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I am hoping that my wife won’t see this blog entry, so I need help from some of you who are regular readers of my blog.  Cousin Linda, can you call up my wife and ask her to help you plan some big family reunion?  Make it complicated - and say that it’s happening in

Dr. Willpower

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I had quite a moment of revelation yesterday.  Regrettably, it wasn’t about anything that truly matters like “how we can achieve racial harmony”  or “how we can fix what’s wrong with public education” or “how the Chicago Cubs can start playing like a ball club instead of a chess club.”   Nope, nothing as important as

Idiot Box

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I had all kinds of potential topics to blog about today:  puppies,  last night’s season-ending concert of the Kenosha Pops Band,  two different thought-provoking books I’ve recently read. . .  but it turns out that all I can think of this afternoon is the mind- numblingly awful “discussion” I just got done hearing on WGN

Highway “C”

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This morning at WGTD,  I met a tall, strapping guy- the absolute picture of strength and health, with one of the strongest handshakes I’ve felt in a long time.  (Because of his grip, I was not at all surprised when I overheard him say to one of the other guests before we went on the

The Maine Thing

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If I could wave a magic wand and somehow compel people to sit themselves down in front of their television sets and watch a particular program of my choosing,  I would do that tonight at 9:00.   No, it’s not an opera!   It’s an incredibly moving and thought-provoking documentary airing on the PBS series P.O.V. -