The towering bluffs were shrouded with fog and ribbons of lightning flicked across the dark sky as I said goodbye to the waning hours of the summer.
I’ve had a fascination with caves as far back as I can remember. My first recollection was when I was maybe 4 years old living near Milwaukee.
My descendants and their lives were on my mind recently when my wife Sherry and I visited the Norskedalen Nature and Heritage Center near Coon Valley.
Technically Labor Day is a holiday to celebrate the social and economic achievements of American workers and not meant as a day for extra work. I get confused about such things as the years slip by, as I celebrated early with some extreme labor.
Let me tell you a tale about the fool who measured two times but then forgot the number. In fact, I can tell it from a first-person perspective.
From my great-grandparents, to my great-aunt and uncle, to my parents and now to my wife Sherry and I, there has been a vegetable garden of some sort on the Hardie Farm for four generations.
Technology is a monster that both fascinates some and terrifies others. It can quietly creep into our lives like a slithering creature when we least expect it or come straight at us and hit us in the face like a sledgehammer.
It’s the same song every day from our morning maestro. Some mornings I hear it and roll over for more slumber. Sometimes I sleep straight through.
Summer has arrived. The garden is growing, the birds are singing and the woodchuck is chucking.