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…
Dad used to smoke filterless Camel cigarettes. I asked him why he smoked and he said he started smoking when he was 11 years old and he just couldn’t quit. When he was 11, it was 1922. There were no surgeon general warnings about tobacco and its side effects. It’s just what kids, mostly boys,…
If it wasn’t the first time Matt appeared at our door, it was close. Halloween had arrived. The doorbell rang and there was Matt, held by his mother Ruth, and wonderfully adorned as a sunflower. All would have been well except that I, having always dressed for Halloween myself, had cut a couple of holes…