A Wisconsin Top Ten

Last week I was putting together an early draft of a new essay, and I wrote, “In spite of my blind spot when it comes to Clare, I do not think that my daughter is the best thing to ever come out of Wisconsin.” The sentence was to be the lede for a description of the...

2025

I vaguely remember when my second grade teacher told our class that we would live into the 21st Century. That was in 1961, and my classmates and I could not project that far into the future. At age seven, the 21st Century was six more lifetimes away.* Last week I...

From the Chair in My Window

At a recent neighborhood Christmas party, a guy from down the street joked that he worries about me if I am not sitting at my living room window each morning when he heads off for work. Apparently I have become a local fixture, and something’s not quite right if I am...

John Muir’s Desk

Before I get to the main topic of this week’s blog, I want to mention that this is my 53rd blog of 2024. Each Monday I add the previous week’s blog to the archives, and this week I’d reached 52 entries for 2024 and still had another week to go. At first I assumed that...

First Snow

Last week’s blog was “First Ice.” This week’s blog is “First Snow.” I moved to San Francisco the winter of 1981 and immediately took a job at a North Face store. My very first customer was a man who wanted to buy a down Gore-tex jacket. His request confused me,...

First Ice

The last week of November and the first week of December were unseasonably cold. In a short period of time the local backwaters went from open water to solid sheets of ice. The main channels of the Mississippi, Black, and La Crosse Rivers remain open, but all of the...
Steven Simpson