What is it about youth that we so envy? Do we envy youth because of our own cherished memory of it? Is it that we can imagine a time in our …
Force
Years ago, I wrote often about the need to carve out time and dedicate that time to the enjoyment of this place. It was the time of our live…
If
This morning, I decided to do the thing I’ve done for nearly all of the past 24 years worth of mornings. I woke up, cleaned up, dresse…
Winter Is Over
The ice boats found their smooth patch of ice on Saturday. It was breezy without being windy, sunny without being warm, and the ice was slip…
Pier Guys
This morning things seem ideal. I woke up, which is a nice start to any day. My house was warm, my children healthy, and when I sat on the …
Sunday
There are days in our life that matter more than the other days. The days that matter do so for various reasons. Some of those days are mom…
Battle Royale
There’s a battle inside each of us. Every day. Each season of our lives, a battle. Sometimes, the battle is easy to understand. Easy t…
Frogs
In the middle of a Wisconsin summer, there are things that happen that you might not know about. I didn’t know about them, when I spen…
Just A Kid
It’s raining again, and this time it’s getting to me. The sun shines, but then it doesn’t. Here, then gone. Like a rising…
Weather Malaise
Well, I have it. The malaise. But this case is so severe it should be capitalized, like Malaise. I should add something more to it. Like T…
Memorial Day Weekend
Well, here we are. On the cusp. Don’t forget, this isn’t it. This is the cusp. This isn’t summer. This is a dress rehearsa…
May Flowers
For all of the moving I’ve done, and all of the land that I’ve called home, I have only owned one prized Oak tree. The trees that typically …
Winters End
It’s over. That’s it. There’s nothing left. We made it. No more winter, not here, anyway. Sure, up north there’s sti…
Major Storm
I’m not sure why you’re spending the time to read this. It’s coming. Can’t you see? It’s not far away now. La…
Cool White
( A rerun from 2017)
The problem with this tradition is that it’s based, at least somewhat, on emotion. On feelings. Which is wh…
In Between
I’m sitting here again. Like Groundhog Day, without the square. Just me and this computer, this desk. This street. A few snow flurries…
Happy Thanksgiving
There’s nothing more to write. It’s just Thanksgiving. We should be thankful. I am thankful. We should also be aware that on ou…
Cold And Frosty
What a mundane life it would be if we missed mornings like these. Mornings like this. The cold morning where you’re not really cold. T…
Decisions
On a day last week, in the afternoon of that day, there was a choice to be made. The sky opened after a period of rain and a period of warmt…
Wish
I used to wish for things. Lots of things. In the third grade, I wished that a girl I liked wouldn’t move away. She did. Later, I wish…
Seasons
In the northern reaches of this state, where monuments to large men and larger fish draw worshippers and summer starts and ends in the span …
One Last Summer
Somewhere, sometime, there was a decision made. It was a decision based on indecision, really. This would be it. A lifetime here, in this pl…
Gone
This week wasn’t like the other weeks. It wasn’t like the one before it, or the two before that one. It’s been a week unli…
Not The Same
I don’t really know exactly how Hamburger Helper works. I assume it’s just a powder mix, with some starch to bind and some salt …
Today
It’s another nice day here. The sky is calm and the birds are chirping. Some water from the sky would be nice, but that’s an op…
Scarred
It’s still not clear to me whether or not the air conditioning worked. I remember a serviceman arriving in his rusted Suburban, the sm…
Municipal Musings
Last weekend, it was hot. You know that. I know that. It was super hot. Smoking hot. Summer hot. If you were here, then you were less hot th…
Memorial Day Weekend
To all of the soft people who complain about winter and whine about spring, you’ve made it. I mean, I’ve made it to, to this pla…
Lilacs
There was an old Lilac outside my childhood bedroom window. It wasn’t a great bush, or tree. Whichever it was, it wasn’t the fin…
Forty
This weekend, I’ll turn 40. It’s no big deal, really. No feat, nothing particularly impressive about passively allowing time to …
Along The Way
I love my kids. I really do. Of the few things in this life of which I’m certain, that condition is firmly assured. But I can’t …
Walk This Way
Somehow, someway, someone once decided that walking was a nice thing to do. Let’s go for a walk, someone once said. Others joined in.…
Selling Season!
It’s here. The time of year Any Lake, Wisconsin has been waiting for. This is their time. It’s all Any Lake, all the time. At le…
Winter
I entered February with a heavy heart. Things were happening that were beyond my control. These things were beyond your control. They were…
2018 State Of The Market
(Lake Geneva lovers to the left of the podium, smiling and clapping, standing. Michigan lovers to the right of my podium, scowling, sitting,…
Happy New Year
If you’re reading this, we made it. You made it. I made it. We’re the lucky ones. It’s freezing cold today at the lake, te…
Merry Christmas
While watching a movie, I think it’s common to live vicariously through the lead character. This probably isn’t true for some m…
Gifts
A man in a sweater. He’s sitting on the couch. The sweater isn’t very nice, implying it’s not his dinner-sweater. It̵…
Fire
The living room was too hot. The outside temperature barely registered 19 degrees, and the windows were open with the thermostat set at 68,…
Preparations
I have so many hoses. They’re the best hoses. Except the ones that have been cut by lawn mower blades. And the ones that had their met…
Cool White
It takes a while for a tradition to become a tradition. An act, repeated once or twice on an annual or bi-annnual basis, does not constitute…
Thanksgiving
Halloween is a stupid, fake holiday. There, I said it. It’s absolutely the worst fake holiday there is. I’ll take Sweetest Day o…
In Praise Of November
Writing hasn’t been easy lately. It’s not that I don’t want to write, because I do. I want to write. If I write that enoug…
Wreath Sale
I should have started a cooking blog. My first post would have been about chocolate chip cookies. That’s SEO gold. I’d sprinkle…
The Fall Of It All
I already know the sort of fall you like. I know the sort of fall everyone likes. It’s the fall we had last Saturday. Sunshine, 70 deg…
Construction Sadness
I’ve decided, in the wake of the Cubs miserable, awful, embarrassing performance this week, to make every post a sad one. Monday, Mult…
Ban
It’s late and I’m here and I should be wondering why. But I’m not wondering at all. I know why. It’s because I was m…
Bored
The West is burning. It’s been burning for quite some time. From Los Angeles to British Columbia, it’s all ablaze. Their smoke …
Home
My wife has adopted a particular driving habit. No, not the way her car crowds mine in the garage. They just want to be together, she says. …
My Son’s First Job
My first job was a job that I now think I’d rather not have had. I mowed lawns. Lots of them. Every week I mowed. Twenty weeks, someti…