Some gifts arrive in exactly the right season. Take, for instance, the framed photograph our friend Deb dropped off for us. As Packer team pictures go, it's a relatively famous shot of one of the greatest teams in Green Bay Packer history. The 1962 Packers finished the season with a 13-1 record, and beat the [...]
As long as I can remember, we have tried to sit at one of two particular tables at the Clubhouse inside the Red Lion Paper Valley Hotel, because they had pictures of my dad on them. Each table in that sports bar had a theme, and my dad, who played for the Packers from 1961 [...]
On the 28th anniversary of the day he died, I will honor my father’s legacy by enjoying its most tangible asset, the cabin he had built on a relatively isolated river in northern Wisconsin. A welcome respite from our ordinary lives in any season, that little beacon of peace and fresh air has taken on [...]
I wore my "Pittsburgh vs all yinz" shirt and an old Packer hat earlier this week on the anniversary of the day my father died. I took them both for a long, slow run on a beach he had grown to love. Then, my mom and I ate ice cream. Proud Pennsylvania native and nine-year [...]
Thanks to my dad's recognition that cool moments need to be preserved, and my mom's genius for saving just the right things, I just saw the program for the 1967 Central Cambria County Sports Hall of Fame, which, among others, included good ole Ron Kostelnik and Johnny Weissmuller. Aaaa-wah-ah-ah-ahhh--wah-ah-ah aaaaa! Tarzan himself signed the program, [...]