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Category: Tales from the front lines

  • Is this all there is?

    Should we keep dancing? A writer we very much admire faulted my old boss, Tommy Thompson, a man of generous spirit, for championing Donald Trump, a single-minded settler of scores. The writer ascribed the seeming paradox to the former governor’s bid, at age 84 and out of office these 20 years, to remain relevant. Relevance.…

  • Happy Labor Day, wage slaves!

    Where is that pic-a-nic basket? Think we’ll do a picnic in Olin Park on the shores of Lake Monona today. Haven’t done a picnic since … forever. Growing up, dad would pile the tribe into the red & white Chevy Nomad station wagon, mom would pack the hamper, and we’d drive a couple miles east…

  • Kill the wascals, kill the wascals 🎵

    We will not be species shamed! News break! Blaska’s Experimental Work Farm (and Penal Colony) is being overrun by chipmunks. The industrious rodents (about 8 inches long) are multiplying like Tucker’s conspiracy theories — eating our garden beans as they sprout. If past is prologue, the voracious critters will take a bite out of every…

  • R.I.P. David Blaska (some day)

    May God have mercy on this blog. Can’t explain it but as the Squire ages more funerals seem to populate his calendar. We take Yogi Berra’s guidance: if we don’t go to their funerals they won’t come to ours. Got us obsessing about Life’s Last Picture Show.  Impressed by the turnout at Dennis O’Loughlin’s visitation…

  • Give spring a chance

    What a day for a daydream! Daylight Savings Time sure picked the right time to start. What a day to be out and about this 9th of March in a Madison WI that warmed up to 61° F. We heard birds singing this morning as we scraped Sunday’s newsprint off the driveway. The lovely Lisa…

  • Two funerals in two days

    Wasn’t that a Hugh Grant movie? Said goodbye Wednesday 01-08-25 to a grade school and high school classmate, Leo Schneider. Both of us were farm kids from large families. Truth be, we weren’t all that close and our paths diverged entirely until a mutual classmate brought together a dozen or so of us not long…