On a recent evening as autumn approached, my wife suggested that we build a fire out in the yard in our portable fire pit and enjoy a bottle of wine. It is pretty much how we spend our winter evenings indoors, meditating on the grace of the flames and the mantra of the wood, ruminating on the events that occupy our lives.
The memories came flooding back as my brother and I examined the 65-year-old Allis-Chalmers WD farm tractor on display at the Rock River Thresheree.
With back-to-school shopping season in full swing, don’t forget about the one thing you can’t buy your child at the store -- his or her health.
I wear an Army hat most of the time. No, it is not official -- I was never in the military -- but the hat looks fairly genuine. I get a lot of, "thank you for your service" accolades.
It never was intended for that purpose when I got it at Fort Polk during my son-in-law’s memorial service. That’s right, I had to lose someone to get it.
You might be impressed that 274 people are following me on Twitter. Until you know that 265 of them think I am someone else.
Of course, the first question you may ask is why on Earth I am on Twitter in the first place. And in all honesty, there is really no good reason, at least not from a personal standpoint.