Ode to the field of crocuses that made my day

Ode to the field of crocuses that made my day

Darling crocus, You pop up unexpectedly and turn a dull weekday into spring. First flower, saffron shield, happy herald, brave bulb. You arrive with far less fanfare than your thirstier cousins, claim your space on the frozen ground, next to piles of dirty snow and creeping ice, and wave those dainty petals with unfettered glee. [...]

Fonferek’s Glen

Fonferek’s Glen

A park bench told me the story of Fonferek’s Glen, as much as its age-old dolomite cliffs, charming waterfall and whimsical name. Dedicated to a young woman named Julia, the bench held two bunches of dying flowers when I saw it Monday afternoon. They might have been left as a tribute to her, a baker [...]

It’s still too soon to pass the Bucks

It’s still too soon to pass the Bucks

Thirty-five years ago, I wrote an article encouraging Brewer and Packer-obsessed Wisconsin sports fans to follow the Milwaukee Bucks. Headlined "It's too soon to pass the Bucks", the column argued that an Alton Lister slam dunk from a Sidney Moncrief alley-oop was at least as exciting as a nine-inning baseball game, and suggested that a [...]