An unwritten story

I have heard it hundreds of times in my life.  That question that so many ask and expect a simple response.  There is no answer for the non-believers.  I have tried to explain it so many times and the answer never quite satisfies the inquisitive.

Easy Farming, a model legacy

“My grandpa and his two brothers came over from Norway about 1905. Ole was my grandfather. He started a farm back here in the valley. Knut, his brother, started a farm outside of Cashton. His other brother Alvin ventured off to California. I’ve never seen him, but my brother was in the Navy and he went out and seen him in ’70. Ole and Knut did farm around here back on the valley and bought this farm on the ridge. He eventually died so my dad bought this place on the ridge. His brother bought the place in the valley. I have lived here all of my life. My dad started farming around ’45 and farmed until ’85 when he passed away. He loved it. It doesn’t look like it did back then anymore.”

Gone Fishin'

I went to the nursing home to pick up my wife. She had worked a double shift because of the bad weather here in Wisconsin. The nurse that was to work the shift could not make it in because of blowing snow. Barb left her little car in the parking lot. I barreled through the snow with my SUV. My wife was at the curb waiting for me. She was really tired from working a double shift.

 As we went home, she told me there was a new intake in the nursing home. She met the guy briefly and introduced herself. The 80ish year old man introduced himself as Trout. Barb asked the guy if that was his real first name. "Trout" said that his real name was something else but he has been known as "Trout" since his childhood.

The mischievous sunka (wolf)

It was at 4AM when I woke up this morning. I just had a dream about a wolf that was prowling around at the Commodity Shop. See, what had happened was…

I was in Black River Falls, doing my usual visits to my usual haunts. After having stopped at the Ho-Chunk Nation Executive Building, I strolled on over to the Commodity Shop; or in my case, hobbled on over. It was broad daylight outside. Not a shadow could be seen anywhere. The sky was bright and blue.

A lifelong battle with anxiety

Missing out on doing things I love isn’t my fault. I have my brain to blame for that.

It started 18 years ago when I almost passed out in a Walmart checkout line. Since then, I’ve been on a rollercoaster trying to deal with anxiety and agoraphobia (a type of anxiety disorder in which you fear and avoid places or situations that might cause you to panic and make you feel trapped, helpless or embarrassed).

All that remains

A couple years back I stumbled on an old abandon homestead way back in the boonies while I was trout fishing.  I typically fished this stretch in September and the leaves were still on the trees.  This outing was in early season March and the trees were barren and snow was still everywhere. The world looks much different in early March.