By Cathy Durkin Mestek
I don’t think it’s my imagination that we’ve lost some ground. There’s no time like the present to work together to do better.
When my late husband, Steve, and I decided to have children, we opted for adoption and brought Jimmy, Cassi and Timmy into our family as infants from Korea during a span from 1984 to 1991.
Lykeminded blog, by Jim Lyke
Don’t mess with Bessie.
That message comes through loud and clear from certain locals whenever Janesville’s iconic cow gets adorned with anything from high heels to pink spots to Mexican headwear.
So I imagine a segment of the population is none too pleased about the recent announcement that Bessie is transitioning from a Guernsey to a Holstein.
Apparently cows, unlike leopards, can change their spots.
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.