It was 80 years ago today that a certain woman in Milwaukee gave birth to a baby girl. That might not sound particularly noteworthy, but in fact it was . . . because the woman was 48 years old and had no idea that she was even pregnant. (When you’re that age, you experience some
I have a very soft spot in my heart for the musical “Cinderella” and I’m sure a big part of the reason is that I came to know this musical inside and out back in the late 60’s and early 70’s, when it was rebroadcast every year over CBS. Part of me feels like my
Imagine the scene. . . Kathy and I are just leaving an entertaining performance of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella” at the Fireside Dinner Theater in Fort Atkinson. We’re there with Kathy’s dad, as well as Polly, Mark, and Polly- and feeling so good about the day which we had spent together. As we stood in
There are some nights that are enchanted in every way- and last night was such a night. Kathy and I drove to Williams Bay, Wisconsin (not far from Lake Geneva) to attend a concert presented by one of our very favorite singers, Brian Stokes Mitchell. He was kicking off the 10th anniversary season of Music
I have shed very few tears on the Pennoyer Park bandshell stage over the last 20 years that I have been emceeing the Kenosha Pops Band concerts- and that should come as no surprise since these concerts tend to be joyous occasions with moments that are downright zany. But amidst the antics of “Y.M.C.A.” or
For two nights in a row now, Mother Nature has lashed southeastern Wisconsin with powerhouse thunderstorms - as if to remind us that for all the ways in which humans dominate the earth, there are certain forces that are much bigger than we are. . . and weather is one of them. The night before
There are probably not too many college professors who can say that they have seen Toy Story 3 twice - especially since it’s only been open for four days - and fewer still who would boast about it. And when you discount those professors who mostly went in order to take a child or grandchild
Kathy and I spent a marvelous day in Chicago with dear friend Marshall Anderson in what amounted to a tardy celebration of his 50th birthday (on the 11th of June) and an early celebration of Kathy’s ??th birthday (on the 27th of the month.) Although we ate two great meals (one at the CHeesecake Factory
Most of the time when you check Facebook one last time before heading off to bed, you see a lot of “Clarabelle needs three more aardvarks for her zoo!” or “I cried through the last twenty minutes of Glee!” and nothing much more earthshaking than that. But Wednesday night, when I went on to Facebook
Sometime last fall our phone rang, and for the first time in at least ten years I heard the dulcet voice of a wonderful guy named Bill Diekhoff. He was the highly regarded choral director at Park High School in Racine for many years, but I knew him best at Holy Communion. Before I was
