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Soy and corn... however we feel about this Wisconsin farmland staple, it sure makes for pretty fall colors. Old barns, old farmsteads....

You cannot do it all. And if you think you can do even just most of it, you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and your mind will start r...

I’m sitting here listening to Ed read about the moog synthesizer. I don’t really know what it is and arguably, I’m not better off knowing an...

The wind cavorted with such power and speed that any loose item left outside was surely lifted and carried elsewhere. Not that I would notic...

A student comes to see me during office hours. We talk about many things, including her long term plans. I want to return to my family, in C...

So here I am. Satisfied. Three classes taught today. Students were curious, engaged, humorous, sometimes gullible, sometimes not. They told ...

Autumn in Madison: you can have an early appointment on one side of town – and realize that at 7:30, it is quite fall-like and chilly out th...

The thing about Chicago is that, if you forget about the downtown, it is a composite of small neighborhoods. Walk through any of them and yo...

Chicago. What if I lived here now? I don’t. I gave up on the place 31 years ago and now I have the luxury of looking at it as a benevo...

Oh, sometimes I wish I could just write! Not yet. Maybe never. In the meantime, I am caddying stuff. I left Madison with a daughter, pic...

Long day of many classes. Then, an idle hour on State Street. Between class and the evening pizza event with my students. Here’s the idlin...

Oh dear. It’s getting dangerously close to fall. And I don’t really mind. Colors. Good weather. Apples. Why is it that I haven’t bi...

You mean this wont last forever? These deep blue skies, the rich colors, the feeling of warmth on my face as I head home – it's but a fl...

In the now three decades that I have lived in Madison, the place that I have most often ran to, just to escape city noise and dust has been ...

The days are still too loaded, packed to the brim. Add a slight detour and they spill over. I find myself neglecting details. Forgetting, fo...