The next sentence even shocks me. I rode my first two-wheeler 61 years ago.
It was a French-made robin’s egg blue moped, branded a “Mobylette,” and sold in America through the Montgomery Ward stores.
Most of the time these columns stick pretty close to home, on topics about the people and places around the region and state.
It’s been about 40 years since a couple of friends dragged me to Beloit’s Krueger Haskell Municipal Golf Course for the silly purpose of whacking a stupid ball and then chasing it.
I joined millions in watching televised coverage of D-Day’s 80th anniversary ceremonies last week. And I wept. Who didn’t?
We are old now, those of us who came of age amidst the turbulence of the Sixties and Seventies.
The message from voters in Wisconsin’s spring election is loud and unmistakable.
“Fed up!”
My older son Kyle, who has always been rather direct, calls it “Crackbook.”
It’s another year, and all things seem filled with renewal and possibility. Except, sadly, the ongoing record of futility racked up by the super-secret cabal known only as Forecasters Anonymous.
Not long ago a group of retired has-been editors got together in Madison for golf, burgers and beer. Let’s just say, the burgers and beer were good.
This week, five outstanding individuals were inducted into the Beloit Historical Society’s Hall of Fame.
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