Somewhere How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. -Annie Dillard My grandchildren will never know the sound of a busy signal. My phone calls rarely connect directly to a living person. More often, after two rings, a pre-recorded voice greets me. If I am … [Read more...]

PRESTO THE GREAT was his stage name. His real name was Jetzel Putz. He was a king Midas in reverse. Everything he touched turned to mold. He was both a shlemiel and a shlimazel. The difference between the two being a schlemiel spills his soup all over and the shlimazel is the … [Read more...]

Our IT team is the best. We never see them, but we know they are watching. It’s like having your own FBI. The other day my computer’s screen began to caper wildly and went blank. I did what everybody does: grabbed it and began to scream at it in hopes it would hear me and let me … [Read more...]

Well, that line from the song, “April Showers,” is a crock—it is “raining rain, you know.” Cold rain. Wet rain. Wisconsin rain. Many friends in other parts of the country asked me about the “wet spell” we had here in Southeast Wisconsin. I tell them if that was a “wet spell” … [Read more...]