The late great (how I find myself using this term more and more!) John Patrick Hunter was the eminence grise of the old Capital Times when your Humble Blogguer was pecking at its keyboards. The afternoon daily (as it was then) hired Hunter, a native of West Virginia, in 1950 after firing a young investigative reporter who…

“What I fear most is that I am going to be judged by someone sitting in a chair and take 20 minutes to make a decision on what I only had 2 or 3 seconds to make a decision.” — Madison Police Captain James Wheeler Your Humble Squire, confined to three minutes of testimony, was…

In my misspent youth, an old fraud in a punched-out cowboy hat lured the hicks into his carnival sideshow with this pitch: “Shake the hand of the man who shook the hand of Buffalo Bill Cody.” Having never shaken the hand of the man who may have shaken the old Wild West showman’s hand (presumably,…

This is the second blog that didn’t make it past the guardhouse at the old stand Not to be outdone by UW-Madison, the Sturm und Drang stirred up by the hateful election of Donald Trump has reached the formerly placid shores of bucolic little Lake Wingra here in Madison. Someone left a hateful Post-it® sticky note on…

Welcome to Stately Blaska Manor. Over the Thanksgiving week and in the dead of night, likely Trump supporters and other insurgents moved the Stately Manor, its Policy Werkes (and Tanning Salon) and the indentured servants (fast asleep) from InBusiness to higher ground. Easier to defend. Free to be and say what needs to be said. In…