When we moved to Wisconsin 16 years ago, we had to go through the same experience of everyone who has moved after a long period of time and when they are moving to a place where they have no connections or relatives. Simple things we often take for granted: finding a reliable car repair shop,…
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My Aunt Marie and Uncle Bill lived in Los Angeles. I don’t recall when Uncle Bill died, but I know that he was gone by the time I went to visit my aunt in 1967. That trip was a gift she offered to my older brother and sister and myself. I suspect it was offered…
Unlike my mother, I’m not a superstitious person. I do find myself out of habits she passed on to me knocking on wood and throwing spilled salt over my shoulder. But I don’t believe that stuff. On our wedding day just over 35 years ago, it rained and rained like I had never seen in…
Memory is a funny thing. Most often it is there when one needs it. Other times it can be elusive. I think I have sometimes been protected from hurt when my memory has failed to conjure up details of a long lost experience. I know I’ve been thankful when I could call a friend from…
I just didn’t feel like writing this morning and I had the rare opportunity to take advantage of a free parking space in downtown Madison so that, combined with the attraction of the Wednesday version of the Dane County Farmers’ Market I was lured out of a comfortably air-conditioned home and away from my three…
Terry has a knack for running into famous people. Sometimes he insinuates himself into a situation where he’ll have an opportunity to talk with them. Other times he has just chance meetings with them. Our library is lined with shelves of books autographed by the authors. There are a few of those autographs that I…
Every now and then I stop and consider how many times I have cried recently and the reasons for it whether I have or haven’t. There have been times in my life that I surprised myself by doing that, realizing that I hadn’t shed a tear in recent memory, maybe months, maybe even years. There…
I was searching for my childhood copy of Uncle Remus stories, the topic of which had come up lately as part of a conversation about racial divides in this country. It’s hard to find a copy of those stories today that has not been edited to make it more acceptable. I’m told…
Warm days and cool nights had turned into the dead of summer. High humidity and high temperatures were compelling everyone on the street to move a little slower, to conserve energy, to guard their water intake. But recent events in the country, recent racially charged events in the country had already put folks on edge.…