My Canoe Just Hangs from the Rafters in the Garage

For me, summers in La Crosse should mean fishing from my canoe once a week and biking every other day. So far this year, I have gone fishing twice, and I’ve been on my bike a half dozen times. The infrequency of these favorite outdoor pursuits has nothing to do with...

Naturalized

Video clips of masked ICE marauders rounding up people in city parks got me thinking about my wife’s status in the United States. Manyu is a naturalized citizen. Her place in the US should be as secure as my own, but I am no longer sure that it is. I remember well...

Lost Key

Last week Clare called me about a lost car key. It was really lost, not I-can’t-remember-where-I-put-it lost. She’d misplaced her backup key years ago, so now she was left with no key at all. Clare handled the problem on her own, but she first called me to ask whether...

Homebody

About once a month I have a long telephone conversation with my friend Ed. When I spoke with him last week, he’d just returned from three months in Spain and France. One of the first things that he did upon returning home was to book airline tickets for his next trip,...

Gazetteer

There are four viable routes between my mom’s house and mine. All of them include a stretch of Highway 41 in the eastern part of the state and 40 miles of Interstate 90 in the west. In between there are options, no single one any better than the others. Last week I...

Weekend in the Big City

Ron, my stepdad, is in his mid-eighties. He has never lived more than five miles from his childhood farmhouse. He rarely leaves Wisconsin. He had been to Madison only once in his life and that was to watch his granddaughter play in a softball game. Ron is a good guy,...
Steven Simpson