I always have been amazed by how much of my day-in, day-out life is lost over time in the clutter of my memory. Yet, a gentle reminder can trigger such a flood of recollection it’s almost as if the events and memories are suddenly fresh in my mind. And, more so, how said memories, viewed in this context, help me understand where I have been, how far I have come, and exactly how I came to be the person I am today.
Continue reading: Firing up the Wayback Machine
I realize I haven’t written anything in this space for quite some time, and I apologize; however, there is good reason, which I will get to shortly.
From an early age I always have had something of an entrepreneurial spirit. I recall being 4 or 5 years old and trying to sell my (and, most likely, my brothers’ …) “surplus” toys while the next-door neighbor held a garage sale. A few years later, buying/selling baseball cards and yard work were my main hustles. It just seemed like I always had some great, new idea by which I thought I could
Continue reading: My newest adventure
I can’t believe we haven’t met before. Now that we have things seem much more interesting. Stay tuned…
I love my talented and beautiful wife more than words can express. That said, I have to admit that in my mind, Jennifer Lawrence comes in second (a distant second, mind you …). I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is about her, but her “I’m a normal person, just like you” persona is a big part of it.
Easter Sunday 1987 was spent riding in the car, returning from a spring break trip to my grandparents’ home in southern Minnesota. We had been there a few days and I was only able to follow the Brewers’ season-opening win streak via the daily newspaper. It wasn’t ideal (especially compared to today and the ease of following things via the Internet) but I knew they were going for 12 straight (and free George Webb burgers for all!).
As soon as we got close to La Crosse I began feverishly searching the AM dial, looking for the broadcast. I remember the
Continue reading: Easter Sunday baseball memories