I like you, tend to be distracted by the posturing, the theatrics, the spectacle of politicians and admen jockeying for more power in our media infused way of life. As I observe those around me, it seems that most of us are about to fall into those small screens we hold in our hands,…
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satisfaction that the Republican Governors of my state of Illinois, and that of the state to our north, Wisconsin have been replaced by Democratic governors.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…
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…
Ethical boundary, aesthetic boundary of sport as of art. Without limits there is no value; without value, there is no esteem, no respect and especially no pity: death to the referee! —the fatal habituation to the banalization of excess. –excerpt Silence on Trial p 33 by Paul Virilio What is missing? It is Friday…
This afternoon I feel blue. There is a lot of funky-shit going down. I am aware of too much given the ever present cell phone news feed, offering adrenaline prompting content, just a swipe away. Most of the time I resist the temptation. A sure recipe for misery is to allow one’s mind-space to…
Fall harvest season is here. Apple picking, visits to a local farm for selecting pumpkins are parts of the ritual that marks this season of the year. The air is chilly. One does the remaining out of doors chores with awareness that soon the frost and then the snow will signal a season of…
The last few hours were eventful with travel, rental car return, receipt of boarding pass, TSA check in, and then boarding for the two hour flight to Chicago. Nothing outside of normal expectations. That is how life sometimes is, except when it isn’t. I am sad for my sister two years younger than I. …
