Well, it's 11:00 p.m. on July 4th, and for the third night in a row there are teeth-rattling fireworks being set off in our neighborhood ... although tonight's "show" isn't quite as bad as the last two evenings have been. Still, it's irritating enough that rather than sit here an be bothered by it, I
Yesterday, Kathy and I were truly privileged to be part of a remarkable and even once-in-a-lifetime event at the Racine Theater Guild honoring Norm McPhee, the man who in so many ways embodies what the RTG is all about and who so ably shepherded it into an era of new greatness. At the time
I just got done listening to Garrison Keillor's final episode of his iconic public radio program A Prairie Home Companion ... one of those End-Of-An-Era occasions that I expected to be a wrenching experience. It turns out that it wasn't. Not really. At least not for me. Or at least not wrenching in the way
Let's talk about the AGONY first. Yesterday morning I committed what might very well be the most maddening mistake in my thirty years at radio station WGTD. I hasten to add that I've made plenty of mistakes, but what set this one apart was that it came in an interview where the stakes were
