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Category Archives: Tales from the front lines
Boaters ply the Big Muddy for Trump
Trump + flotilla = a ‘Trumptilla’ Don’t call me Lucky. Call me Lucky, Lucky, Lucky, Lucky. (As the late great Lyman Anderson insisted.) Did we ever luck out! Brother Bill, Sister Jane, Squire Blaska and the Lovely Lisa joined our … Continue reading
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Tagged Dubuque, Dubuque Iowa, Trumptilla
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Hey Democrats, quit kvetching and pick the flowers
Grievance is not a governing philosophy It’s all too beautiful (as the Small Faces sang), this twenty-second day of August 2020, on the Blaska Experimental Work Farm (and Penal Colony). The phlox is in full bloom — pink, purple, and … Continue reading
We’re planted in low clover
“It’s summertime summertime sum sum summertime Summertime summertime sum sum summertime” — the Jamies, 1958. Just like that, it’s summer in southern Wisconsin this beautiful Sunday, Memorial Day weekend. A goodly rain Saturday preceded today’s sunshine and temperatures in the … Continue reading
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Letter from mother on Mother’s Day
My brother Richard is the youngest of six siblings. Our mother died March 3, 1981 of a sudden heart attack. Richard writes: Helen and I were pen pals. I think we wrote never less than monthly. While living alone in San … Continue reading
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No helmets, no masks, no worries?
How much risk for how much reward? Simon and Garfunkel sang about looking for America. Blaska thinks he found it in the unincorporated hamlet of Leland, in northern Sauk County WI. There he found kindred spirits yearning to breathe free … Continue reading
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Is Joe Biden melting in the heat?
It’s all too beautiful, as the Small Faces sang. Rode my Softail Slim into Sauk City from Madison WI and asked attendant at the Kwik Trip if she knew of any speakeasies. “No,” she said. “Everything is closed.” But this old … Continue reading
