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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.

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.

Former G.I.s Describe their Life as Expats in Germany

Like many readers of Driftless Now, I performed my military service during the Cold War in Germany. And, like thousands of lonely young men, far from home, I fell in love with and married a German girl. Upon my discharge from the Army, Gerdi followed me to the United States, where we lived in Chicago, raised two children, and experienced the joys and challenges of married life until her untimely death in 1984.

Thirty years into a second happy marriage, questions still prey upon my mind: How might life have been different if Gerdi and I had settled in Germany, rather than in the U.S.? How would I have coped with the barriers of language, culture, and employment in a foreign country? How would our sons have fared in the German educational system? Would Gerdi have experienced less financial and emotional strain living and working in her home country? Would greater peace of mind, combined with German socialized medicine have enabled her to beat the cancer that took her much too soon?