A collage of historical letters and photographs, including a handwritten letter dated May 19, 1944, military patches, and envelopes featuring postal markings and election materials from World War II.

Letters from home during WW2

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  • But is he FIT?

    .. to be tried? This just in: Joe Biden won Wisconsin’s 10 electoral votes in the 2020 presidential election. That means Donald Trump is eligible to run for president in 2024 after all because it won’t be his third term! The 10 “fake electors” who signed and submitted electoral college ballots declaring Trump Wisconsin’s winner…

  • Wisconsin Badger football fans are Fickell

    ‘Gimme Shelter’ instead of Jump Around? A strange emotion washed over the Head Groundskeeper as his flickering b&w Philco displayed the 24-10 beatdown the Northwestern (usually) Mildcats administered to my beloved Wisconsin Badger footballers Saturday 11-11-23 here in Madison WI. A team Wisconsin beat 42-7 last year — in Evanston IL. Anger, sure. But that’s…

  • How bad do we want war with China?

    We’re getting too old for WW3! (The Head Groundskeeper careens out of his lane to dabble in international affairs.) In the last thrilling episode, we gave Vivek Ramawamy the Werkes! The man isn’t scum, as Nikki Haley suggested Wednesday 11-08-23 at the Republican presidential debate. But he IS a jerk, going after Nikki’s daughter. But then,…

  • Say it ain’t so, Craig Counsell

    There IS crying in baseball! Did it have to be the Cubbies? If Brett Favre can quarterback (verb, transitive) the Minnesota Vis-queens, if Jim Leonhard can coach (as an assistant) the Fighting Illini, … hell bellz! If Nixon can go to China, we guess Craig Counsell can coach the Chicago Cubs. Free market economy, and…

  • What did Hamas expect?

    Israel teaches a valuable lesson! Trying to stay in our lane, the faceless bureaucrats at the Werkes are not geopolitical experts. We’ve allowed our international passport to expire and our French was never that good. But we do have some experience on the school yard, where we learned that poking the big kid might get…