Short stories and photos shared with humor and love
Tuesday night I sat on a playground bench listening to the Appleton City Band play. While my aim was to make sure my young charge behaved himself, my attention drifted toward another group of children playing near me. A tiny girl with a pixie haircut and pink shoes cheerfully doled out orders. She dispersed the [...]
The first time I wrote about Martin Luther King, I highlighted the connection between his “I have a Dream Speech” and the Green Bay Packers in a post I called Champions and Friends. The next time I wrote about him, I talked about the Secret Heart of America and prayed that it pulsed with patriotism [...]
Sometimes I wonder, as I look at historical photos, how the people in them view themselves today. I think, for instance, about the New Orleans mothers who woke up on November 14, 1960, got dressed, combed their hair (or tied a scarf around their rollers), fed their children, maybe packed a lunch or two, and [...]
Last January, seconds after the Packers beat Seattle 28-23 and midway through our usual postgame sprint to the car to beat the traffic, I turned and saw Lambeau Field ablaze in a colorful hail of fireworks. That view, which I also photographed, has become a metaphor for 2020, a year that kicked off with such [...]
The first time I wore Billy Turner’s shirt, I complained about the fit. The sleeves pinched and the stomach bagged. So, I put it away and figured I’d never wear it again. I had nothing against the shirt itself. It just didn’t fit me right. I had ordered it because I wanted to support both [...]