Any day which includes time with our niece Lorelai is a wonderful day. So is any day where my best friend Marshall is in the picture. Put the two together and it’s more fun than a single day can easily hold. Marshall’s immediate reason for coming to Racine was so he and I could go
I spent a couple of hours this afternoon with my friend Playford Thorson, who is contending with the ravages of ALS- Lou Gehrig’s Disease. He was diagnosed in the summer of 2005 and things have moved with brutal rapidity over the last 24 months. Playford has now pretty much lost all physical function- he cannot
One of the best feelings in the world is to come to someone’s rescue and I had that sweet and heady experience last night. First of all, we’re not talking about freeing someone who has been tied to the railroad tracks. Nor was I responding to someone needing help because they thought they had lost
There was stupendous news yesterday from Austin Krueger’s surgery to reconstruct his skull. He awakened from the surgery very much like the old Austin before all of this happened- his voice back to normal - his personality so much more vibrant - like the Old Austin in so many ways. Apparently the doctors now think
I wish you could have been there. Last night was one of those nights with one mountaintop moment after another- and it was courtesy of the Kenosha Pops Concert Band. Most of the summer this fine group plays in the open air bandshell at Pennoyer Park- but last night, in a first-time experiment, they played
I can’t remember many moments in my life quite as shocking as the moment yesterday afternoon when WGTD news director Dave McGrath called me with the news that Dennis Getto, restaurant critic for the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, had died. . . at the age of 57. Dennis has been a regular visitor to my morning
I got some bad news at lunch yesterday- Qdoba has taken my favorite thing- the Chicken Mole Burrito - off its menu. I was bummed. Then I paid my first visit to Austin Krueger and immediately regretted having wasted even a moment on such empty complaint. I can be so foolish, sometimes. Austin is on
Last night was the closing performance of the RTG’s production of “I love you- You’re Perfect - Now Change” and for as much as I am happy to have my life back, so to speak, I am sorry to have to let go of what has been such a thoroughly positive experience. . . doing
Are you a fan of surprises? Not everyone is. Some people like life to follow the script, deriving delight from the tried and true “expectedness” of life. But I guess I’m much more the opposite type- relishing those surprising moments (even the somewhat unpleasant surprises) that no one could possibly see coming (A truly tragic
I’m a slob. I realize this is not exactly a “Stop the Presses!” news flash for anyone who knows me- and especially for anyone who has known me for any length of time. Look at the state of my car, my office, my corner of the basement, or something as simple as my shirt tail
