Last night Kathy and I spent the evening with Playford and Kathy Thorson - first enjoying some delicious homemade pizza (complete with hand-pressed crusts) and then a rousing game of Trivial Pursuit. It was good to be together - and good to be reminded as well that Playford remains an incredibly vibrant person despite the
This was the scene beside the tennis court where Dave Krueger and I were swatting tennis balls at each other this morning in one of our hardest fought matches of the year. We may have fancied ourselves as two racket-wielding warriors, but the biggest battles were being fought by an array of pee wee football
Last night was Open House at Schulte Elementary School, which is also the night of the annual Bake Sale which Kathy coordinates. This was the first time in several years that I was able to come help out a little bit, but she had things very nicely in hand with her student teacher, Megan Wilson,
I hope your smelling salts are handy, because I’m is about to write a few words about Green Bay Packers quarterback Brett Favre. . . which makes about as much sense as Brett Favre writing about Grand Opera. A football expert I am not, although I’ve followed the game more than most people would ever
Those Biblical words are familiar to me and to many through Handel’s “Messiah” - but they also make a pretty decent headline for the last five days and the Cyber St andstill in which I have found myself regarding my website. I seem to be back in business now but not really understanding why or
Monday through Thursday afternoons, 3:45 to 4:40, I am fiercely hard at work and having the time of my life - if such a thing can be possible. I am volunteering that time to serve as the pianist for the Carthage Choir and their guest director for the fall semester, Weston Noble. Most of you
It has become one of the happiest traditions in our lives- the annual get together of four couples (all with Carthage ties) for a night of dinner and laughter. For seven years now we have been gathering on a weekend night either in late August or early September. The first time it actually happened up
It was sixteen years ago yesterday that Kathy Berg was asked by my dad, in front of about 375 people in the pews of Holy Communion, whether or not she would take me, Greg Berg, to be her lawfully wedded husband. And for some reason which still astounds me, she said “Yes.” And 16 years
Yesterday was my dad’s 75th birthday and the Bergs are actually going to manage to converge in Madison for a celebration - although it will be a little more than a month from now. But when you’re as scattered hither and yon as we are, not too mention so busy and disorganized, just getting together
Well, maybe not a million. . . but this was one of those days where I felt like I was walking around with a “trip me” sign taped to my backside - as though I had blundered into the middle of an I Love Lucy episode . . . and it got so bad that
