Merrill

Every August my mom’s side of the family holds a family reunion in Merrill, Wisconsin. I attend maybe one gathering in three, but hadn’t gone since COVID. Manyu and I went this year, and Clare joined us from Madison. I was born in Merrill, but my family moved away...

Accidents Waiting to Happen

A month ago I wrote a blog about a bicycle accident I had. The scrapes and bruises from that mishap had almost healed when I had to climb into a tree to cut out a big branch that had broken off in a storm. I did not fall out of the tree, nor did I fall off the ladder,...

In Retirement

It is not only politicians who stay in their jobs for a long, long time. One of my favorite uncles is in his eighties, and he continues to drive truck. He went from long haul to local deliveries, but he’s still behind the wheel. At my former university, there are...

Mystique of the Mississippi

During my two and half years in northern California  I never got used to writing “San Francisco, CA” as the return address on my outgoing mail. In the three years I lived in Taipei, I always felt a sense of wonder whenever I went through an entire day without seeing a...

Pretentious

I have more or less stopped listening to interviews on public radio. Either the guests have become more pretentious than they used to be or I’ve become less tolerant of it. Probably it is both. Last week I had a fairly long drive ahead of me, so I thought I’d give it...
Steven Simpson