to what he says. He is a man –not a wolf. Elisapie Isaac is a Canadian performer from Quebec. This tune was featured on NPR. The melody is haunting. I am not a fan of the President. This lyric is dead center on target. You will understand. Enjoy.
The day after voting day, November 7, I have a sense of hope, some satisfaction that the Republican Governors of my state of Illinois, and that of the state to our north, Wisconsin have been replaced by Democratic governors. I do not enjoy partisan politics, as the process has devolved to that of verbal,…
My farewell memory upon departing Door County was our breakfast at the Carroll House Family Restaurant in Sister Bay. The restaurant is unassuming; the dining room has a typical blue-collar, every mans atmosphere. The menu is ample with a number of breakfast choices. The coffee was hot and strong enough. Eggs, toast, sausage are…
Monday was a rainy today. We didn’t care. The gentle rain gave the woods the patina of an oil painting. The ground was intense yellow with leaves, soon to be covered with the first snow of the season. The gentle rain, and gusty wind that did not impede our enjoyment of movement throughout the…
Jesus really was a no-body, and a pain in the neck to a lot of people with better connections. So the people amused themselves one day by nailing him to a cross and planting the cross in the ground. There couldn’t possibly any repercussions the lynchers thought. Then, just before the nobody died, the…
Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? Well here we are trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why. –Excerpt Slaughterhouse 5 p 97 by Kurt Vonnegut
Friday, yesterday was our first day in the area. We just wandered around. The peninsula of Door County is composed of a chain of small towns linked by Route 42 and Route 57 which makes the area easy to drive in about an hour. A few of the towns are Sister Bay, Ephriam, Fish…
Arrived in Door County Wisconsin late yesterday. Since the tourist season is over, we were fortunate to find a restaurant open for our evening meal. The placed turned out to be “fine dining” and the upshot was a wonderful meal, with superb service in a beautiful dining room which we almost had to ourselves. …
There is not much more to be said. The evening is one of enchantment in a neighborhood with lots of kids. The imagination of children is apt for an evening of costume dress up, and going door-to-door receiving treats from the householder at each residence. Some front yards are suitably decorated with skeletons, and…
I was a sophomore in high school. That winter a neighborhood acquaintance, James House, who was perhaps a year older than I, turned up driving a new 1965 2+2 mustang. The car was a fastback, dark blue with a broad double white racing strip from bumper to bumper. The motor was a 289 cubic…
