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G'day mates. I wore a tie to work yesterday. It had a single small kangaroo design on it and was made in Australia. I got a lot of positive feedback. A Lot. I was commended for going the extra mile. They asked how I got it. Told me I looked good.
Twenty years ago today I married the love of my life, Tammy. We settled in the city we loved, Waukesha, and raised two babies into fine young men. Naturally every day wasn't warm and sunny, and probably will never be, but together we persevered. Our differences made us stronger.
I don't know why someone would choose opening day of the Brewer game over his job, but a guy from work did just that. He'd purchased the ticket but didn't adhere to the conditions to get the day off. He had a choice to keep his job. He chose the game. What I didn't know is he had to sell his ticket because he needed the money. Ironic.
It's not that I don't love each one of you, it's just that I wouldn't come right out and say it like this. By using quotation marks in the title I'm able to avoid any emotional connection.
I love hot dogs, both eating and watching. The Journal Sentinel pointed out a couple good examples within the last few days.
If you were one of the many I didn't buy for this year, I hope you appreciate the gift I didn't get you.
It's been three years since the beginning of WaukeshaNOW and this blog. There's still plenty going on to share. The enjoyment I get from writing hasn't receeded, and as long the computer is working, and I still have the time, I'd like to continue.
I visited with my dad on Memorial Day. He has a new metal flag holder that looks really nice there next to his headstone.
Rosella Metzger died Friday, aged 93 years. Outward appearances would indicate she was just a regular church-going grandma. She used to attend St. William's, and that's where I came to know her. I learned shortly before she moved to Ohio that she had recently been honored by the mayor for working 59 years.
I know St. Nicholas Day was the sixth, but many people, like us, do "stockings" at Christmas. We often tease about putting coal in the socks of naughty children, but have you even given or received coal? Real coal?
I hope there will always be somewhere to go where they know your name, and I'm not talking about an automated voice reading it off your frequent shopper card. There are few places left where you can pick up your cup where you left it the day before and share conversation and coffee with the butcher behind the meat counter every day at the small mom and pop grocery like my dad used to do in Mercer. Doesn't really matter how big the place is.