Water Wars
Sometime in the fall of 1944, a drunken driver dove his car into the basement of the unfinished house where we would one day...
Reunion & Loss
This is a tough column to write. It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be about my high school reunion in...
Inspired By Todd
Twenty seven seasons of attending the National Trout Festival in Kalkaska, MI, has provided me with a cherished collection of memories. I’ve enjoyed it...
Too Much Stuff
Is it time for a garage sale?
My wife Barb and I have asked each other that question for the last 10 years and though...
Love on the Line
Lineworkers don’t work alone on your electric co-op’s power lines. Whether they are climbing 45-foot poles, restoring power, or clearing tree limbs to prevent...
Friendly Skies
If you’re flying somewhere this Thanksgiving, good luck. Not only will you be joining millions of other passengers in the friendly skies on one...
Memories
Barbara dragged me to a high school musical a few weeks ago. I’m glad she did.
She wanted to go because the play involved students...
Promises, Promises
The wind blows often on our country acre just outside Mason. It gathers speed over the open field to our west and rises over...
Tortured Text
I recently wrote a note in a card. It was a simple note in a simple card for my wife Barbara’s birthday. The card...
For the Love of Wood
We bought a table and two chairs a few months ago. They’re counter-height and sit in a bay window where we can catch the...