Category Archives: Tales from the front lines

The little white church binds generations of family

A sense of history and place. Much moved by the funeral ceremony for Queen Elizabeth II this morning. The Queen was piped into Westminster Abbey by a phalanx of bagpipers. Watching at home, we could say that, a few years … Continue reading

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Opening this sanctuary blogge even to progressives!

and Mandela Barnes is tough on endorsements! Yikes! Forgot that September 14 was our 48th wedding anniversary! I blame sudden-onset senility compounded by the week your congenial host wore a coronavirus face mask in April 2020. To make up for … Continue reading

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And another thing!

Firing random synapses today! 3.4 inches of moisture fell at the Blaska Experimental Work Farm over the weekend. Speaking of dark clouds: is it too difficult for the auto industry to hard-wire daytime running lights into their vehicles? People! Headlights … Continue reading

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Mr. Big Stuff

Blaska feels like king of the hill today. This unhandy man installed a ceiling fan at his son’s condo and, by Gawd, it works! O.K., it was a three-day project. Deduct one man point for consulting the instructions. Multiple times. … Continue reading

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Our family remembers Independence Day

Reprinted and adapted from 2020 My father was proud he was born on the July 4, 1919. Jerome Blaska served in WW2, was elected to the state legislature where he chaired the Highway Committee building the Interstate, and raised six children with our … Continue reading

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Yuppies, yippies, black nationalists, & feminists

 — nothing has changed since that summer of 1970. Something tells the Head Groundskeeper that he is well past the halfway mark on a life well lived. Anyway, he spends a lot of time peering into the rear view mirror. Pulled … Continue reading

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