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 [...]
It's taken 57 years to finally dawn on me that the person we should be toasting with chocolate fudge cake and a scoop of Graeter's Ice Cream on April 19 is my mom, the former Peggy Jo Fey. She's the one who popped me out into this old world not even 11 months after giving [...]
Tomorrow my mother will celebrate her birthday alone for the first time in 82 years, which is a disappointing but sadly universal challenge during this historic global pandemic. In honor of her, though, we'll focus on the fifth word in that otherwise depressing sentence. Let's celebrate Grandma P! P is for Peggy Jo, the oldest [...]
It felt good to hoist the old green and gold tailgate tent Sunday afternoon even though: We're still in the middle of a pandemic and our infection and hospitalization in this area are definitely trending in the wrong direction. We're worried about our friends. We miss our tailgate buddies and our spot in the shadow [...]
I asked my mother last night if she had ever used a gas station bathroom and she looked at me aghast. "Absolutely not," she said. "Do you know me?" I do. And, I may have been baiting her because my mom also has never pumped her own gas. In fact, I have only ever seen [...]