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Come pub crawling, it’s St. Patrick’s! I’m one-quarter Irish. I’m not Irish. Poles only recently love the Irish. In my days, Ireland was a p...

First of all, food. Most people start the day by thinking of all that’s ahead of them. I looked outside, noted the snowstorm… view through t...

Dirty dishes in the sink, most foods only half finished, nine people in two hours, here, ready to eat. What can I say, both the post and the...

It’s too short. Even Thanksgiving feels longer for some inexplicable reason. But spring break comes and goes and you are left with the feeli...

A walk yesterday afternoon along Lake Mendota says it all. Personally, I would not sit on a lake where half of it is no longer iced over. No...

About time. Outside, there’s this: In the seventies, sunny skies. Spring fever hits me. It is hard to move from couch to chair. Finally ...

Is it a chain if there are nine locations of a given eatery? If so, then I am about to scribble some notes on yet another chain – one that w...

Just about two dozen years ago, my daughter and I took a stroll down Michigan Avenue in Chicago. downtown Chicago, 1983 Today we again ...

I am tickled by the response to the new restaurant that opened less than two months ago on the far west side of Madison: PF Chang’s. Overhea...

I met with a CPA today. For more than thirty years I have been filling out tax forms – for myself, family members, pretty much anyone who wa...

Misty scenes, misty dreams. Wake up, look outside. morning, part 1 Eventually, a fog lifts, light comes through, something beautiful is reve...

It used to be that it had no meaning for me: midnight. Big deal. Hands of a clock, moving, always moving. I’m on the computer, there’s music...

Is a blog the place to exhale? I am exhaling, wearily, spent. Thirty years ago, I had an Oscars party. I invited friends. I met someone who ...

You wake up, you look out and you see blue. You wait an hour, another, and still it is blue. Deep blue. You drive out ten minutes, abandon t...

...Most frequently uttered words by grown daughter(s) who come to visit (they live on the east coast) and hang out in this town, in times wh...

I left westside Madison this Fall. And I was happy to do it. I have lived in the deep countryside of Poland, I have lived in cities on both ...

I am at a party. The Wisconsin Film Festival Preview Party 2006 at the High Noon Saloon. What you need to gain entry to this party is a frie...