As I was brushing snow off of my car this afternoon - with the thermometer registering 4 degrees - I couldn’t help but think of where I was just 36 hours earlier .... walking on a beach in the Bahamas, in my bare feet. You might say that it was a dream - specifically, the
In the best case scenario, the first few days after my dear friend Walter’s funeral would have been a time of quiet contemplation and replenishment. But in inimitable Greg Berg fashion, the next three days were actually a wild riot of music-making ... probably my most densely packed weekend of the entire year. But I
For those of us involved in the planning of our dear friend Walter’s funeral, it was one of the hardest and most intimidating challenges of our lives .... yet it also felt astonishingly simple and natural - the kind of event where the details come together with almost eerie ease. Maybe that makes no sense,
I suspect that I’ll be blogging several times over about my dear friend Walter, once the swirling sense of shock has subsided a bit and I feel like I can form one or two coherent thoughts about who he was and what made him so special. Right now, I think all I can talk about
It was Friday, April 26th, 1991 ... and I awoke that morning to read disturbing headlines in that day’s Kenosha News about how Gateway Technical College was about to enter into talks with Wisconsin Public Radio to explore the possibility of the radio station where worked, WGTD, being turned over to the state network -
