Category: Snippets & snapshots

Signs of…

We spent our two weeks of Christmas break on the road, traveling from New Orleans to visit family in Minnesota and then back. A wonderful time was had, but we put in over 3800 miles of windshield time, with plenty of stops; ample opportunities for “Umm….?” moments. This first one actually resulted in my coining … Continue reading Signs of…

Showing some resolve

“When a person is accountable to someone else for doing what they said they would do, they get stuff done. They make changes they’ve been toying with for years. They reach their goals.” - Shana Montesol Johnson Accountability. People can’t help you with achieving anything if they don’t know what you are trying to achieve. … Continue reading Showing some resolve

2015: Showing (and Telling) Some Resolve

“When a person is accountable to someone else for doing what they said they would do, they get stuff done. They make changes they’ve been toying with for years. They reach their goals.” - Shana Montesol Johnson Accountability. People can’t help you with achieving anything if they don’t know what you are trying to achieve. … Continue reading 2015: Showing (and Telling) Some Resolve

A Teachers Summer on the Road; Episode 1

My first Monday back in my hometown of Minneapolis. Reupping with an employer you haven’t worked for in over ten years is a bit like having dinner with a former lover. You start by discussing your separate, mostly unknown here-and-now’s before you move on to on shared pasts, getting each other up to date, filling … Continue reading A Teachers Summer on the Road; Episode 1

This will soon be old hat

I am feeling rather old-world these days. Not OLD, mind you, but old world. My twenty-seven-month-old grandson Felix has taken to calling me ‘Papa.’ He calls his other grandpa ‘Papa’ as well, though he does differentiate between the two of us by referring to my wife and I as “Papa and Gigi’ – Gigi being … Continue reading This will soon be old hat

From soup to that’s nuts

‘Emily Johnson Dickerson died at her home in Ada, Okla., last week. She was the last person alive who spoke only the Chickasaw language…. …Dickerson, 93, was one of about 65 people fluent in the Chickasaw language, which has seen its number of speakers shrink from thousands since the 1960s.’ - NPR, 01/08/14 Things go … Continue reading From soup to that’s nuts

Stray scraps of brain paper

Half way through January, and my list of resolutions looks like a bargain appliance picked up at a scratch-and-dent clearance sale. And you? Most of the vehement independents I know (the one-man-for-himself, I-got-this, don’t need you for anything types) bring their rugged Individualist pseudo-swagger with little credibility to back it up. Because they live in … Continue reading Stray scraps of brain paper

There are these stray scraps of paper with blog ideas just laying on my desk…

First, a couple of baseball notes from my hometown stomping grounds of Minneapolis and St. Paul. I found this tidbit the other day in the St. Paul Pioneer Press, where the very popular, minor league St. Paul Saints will soon be building a new ballpark downtown, leaving behind their current home – venerable Midway Stadium, … Continue reading There are these stray scraps of paper with blog ideas just laying on my desk…

2012 Leftovers: Scraps, tidbits and what-thas…?

The ever-present-in-my-back-pocket Notebook of Niftiness (NON) becomes something of a Rubbermaid tub throughout the year; while many of the ideas and tidbits make their way into a post on either this blog or into a full-fledged poem for my poetry blog, some just languish there, out of sight, out of mind, but safe in the … Continue reading 2012 Leftovers: Scraps, tidbits and what-thas…?

The Thrill Is Not Gone

“Political elections are a good deal like marriages, there's no accounting for anyone's taste”. - Will Rogers, American Humorist Election day always makes me nostalgic; not for the things you might expect like civility, logic and actual hope that win-or-lose, my guys could work with the other guys. My wistfulness is more visceral. I get sweaty-palms, … Continue reading The Thrill Is Not Gone