Chris Hardie

Sometimes the beauty of the fall is as fleeting as the smile of a shy girl.

Let’s set the record straight – I am not an economist – which the Bureau of Labor Statistics defines as “an expert who studies the relationship between a society’s resources and its production or output, using a number of different indicators, in order to predict future trends.”

Last week I wrote about the remaining covered bridges in Wisconsin but I missed one that has a story to tell.

A year ago I wrote about some of the historic or memorable bridges that I have crossed or traveled to – including a few located near my home in western Wisconsin.

Did you know that the word squash comes from the Narragansett Native American word askutasquash, which means “eaten raw or uncooked?”

The turn of summer into fall isn’t an overnight makeover but more like the gradual creation of an autumnal artist.

Gambling is ubiquitous in our world today but farmers have been high rollers long before casinos, lotteries and sports betting.

One of the staple events during farm shows is the milking contest, usually pitting some local celebrity against another stripping milk from a cow’s udder.

You can feel the history as you cross Death’s Door across the turbulent currents of Lake Michigan from the mainland tip of Door County to Washington Island.

An early morning of fog and mist greeted me as I slipped out the back door.