The fun of Kathy’s birthday almost caused me to forget about something very nice which happened at church Sunday morning. We are devoting each Sunday of the summer to a different nation and culture, and this past Sunday was Germany. . . not for any reasons associated with the appointed texts for the day or
It was going to be a glorious finale to what had been a perfectly lovely birthday cookout with Kathy’s family. For dessert, rather than a standard birthday cake, I made the executive decision to purchase two half cheesecakes from my new favorite bakery in the area, Oliver’s, on the south side of Kenosha. One would
One of my wonderful wife’s only faults is that she can be a real bear to shop for. Most of the time she insists that she doesn’t need anything or want anything. . . sweet in a way yet maddening words for the husband in search of something nice for her birthday. But for this
It’s been a long time coming, but Kathy and Marshall and I finally got to Chicago yesterday to visit a special exhibit at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. . . and it wasn’t “Our Friend the Test Tube” or “All About Hydrogen.” (fascinating as those would be.) No, it was an exhibit devoted
The whole world seems to be talking about Michael Jackson, so I might as well add my lonely little voice to the chorus. . . although what I bring to the table is mostly bewilderment. . . and not just about the sad circumstances surrounding his untimely death, which was somehow a shock and yet
If you are at our house and desire to use our downstairs guest bathroom, chances are you will have some company. Our young golden retriever Bobbi has recently reverted to some strange behavior which we saw from her a few months ago - in which she spends most of her waking hours lying in our
When I got to the radio station yesterday, the above sign was posted on every doorway of our building - alerting us to the presence of Swine Flu in the day care center which adjoins the BioSciences Building. I have to admit that for about two and a half seconds I was tempted to go
Last night, Kathy and I were among the millions of Americans who couldn’t find anything better to do at 8:00 CDT than plop down in front of the television set and watch what was billed as an exceptionally dramatic episode of “Jon and Kate Plus Eight.” In case you don’t know, this is a reality
Well, it’s official. For the next 12 weeks, Holy Communion is evicted from its own sanctuary and exiled to its basement, also known as the infamous Mark Hurn Room. (I have no idea who Mark Hurn was, but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t an interior decorator, judging from the decidedly mediocre look of this room.)
As we gathered for Father’s Day with Kathy’s family, I said half-seriously that my favorite moment of the weekend was immediately after the wedding when we gathered at the Baker’s Square Pies right up the street to relax and enjoy some delicious dessert together before heading down for the reception. I wasn’t trying to pay
