Tag, you’re it!

Tag, you’re it!

I did not, as my beloved Packers invited me to do, tag myself in the “Ultimate Lambeau Selfie” the folks at 1265 emailed me earlier this week. In fact, initially I was pretty horrified by the idea that, while I earnestly, occasionally loudly, and with alternating expressions of glee and disappointment, cheered my team on, [...]

The Bird is the word

The Bird is the word

A cranky old lady yelled at me from the front porch of her house the first time I rode a Bird scooter. “You’re not supposed to be riding on the sidewalks!” she yelled.  “Sorry!” I yelled back gleefully. The apology was a reflex, the glee hard to contain. At 58-years old, I really should be [...]