One of the moments from this past weekend which I most vividly remember occurred Friday afternoon when my nephews Kaj and Henry were swimming at the Country Inn and Suites where Kathy and I were staying. They swam the night before as well, when the place was completely deserted, and as we got there this
Kathy and I spent Thanksgiving Day is rather uncommon fashion. First of all, it was uncommon in that all of the Bergs were together on a major holiday- which has not happened in a long long time. (The last time we were all together in the same room was just over two years ago, when
Today was our niece Lorelai’s fifth birthday, and she ended up spending most of the day with her Aunt Kathy, Uncle Greg, and Grandpa Bob. . . and I’m not sure who enjoyed the more- her or us. (Let’s call it a spirited tie!) It all began when the three of us showed up unannounced
Marshall and I were in Chicago last night to attend the opera- and there were two surprises. . . one pleasant and the other not so much. The pleasant surprise was that just as we were walking into the big Border’s store on the corner of State and Randolph, we ran into two music students
This is a story of how I very nearly drove our car right into our house - like that famous scene from “Everybody Loves Raymond” - except that in our case there was no laugh track. We were coming home Saturday night from our Mongolian BBQ outing with Polly, Mark and Lorelai - and I
It’s been a long and rich day for me, complete with two church services, two voice lessons, a birthday party for our niece Lorelai, a concert at Holy Communion, and a rehearsal with Musici Amici . . . but instead of heading upstairs to bed, which is where I really should be, I find myself
Supper tonight for Kathy and me (and some of her family) was at a new Kenosha restaurant called HuHot. . . which is a place that specializes in Mongolian BBQ. In case you’ve never had it, Mongolian BBQ is sort of like a gigantic stir fry buffet. . . in which you go through the
It’s not every day that a riot occurs right outside of your office door, but that was pretty much what happened yesterday afternoon, around 2:30, when the cast list for our J-Term production of Mozart’s “Magic Flute” was posted right across the hall from my studio. Word had apparently spread like wildfire that the long-awaited
Wonder of wonders . . . miracle of miracles . . . Last night I was actually parked in front of the TV for a few minutes with Kathy, watching “The Biggest Loser.” And as we watched the show, I got to thinking about my rather complicated opinion about Reality TV. If someone thrust a
I never knew that 3/4 of an inch could mean so much- or cost so much money! :-( The story actually begins just over a year ago, when the latch broke on our patio door, which meant that the only way that the door would close securely was if we locked it - but unfortunately,
