April 8, 2024 Morel of the story? I can’t rule out Dad in this mystery I was retrieving a hose reel from my backyard shed when I saw something that startled me. Blending in with my composting leaf pile…
February 18, 2024 It should go without saying that this team is good I try to keep my arguing on the internet under control, but it’s been a losing battle lately. You might think this is about…
January 15, 2024 When you’re really sure what you want in life, try a dab of beets from the salad bar I was feeding a heap of old credit card bills into my paper shredder, doing my best to make sure I wasn’t chewing up…
January 4, 2024 My Dancing Santa makes everybody laugh … well, almost everybody Some tales are better off untold, but I’ll take a chance on this one about my Dancing Santa. He’s a little over 4 feet…
November 28, 2023 Blake Wesley’s NBA journey hits bumpy road I mean no disrespect to Blake Wesley. But in an early-season NBA game, the San Antonio Spurs were trailing by 40 points and the…
November 15, 2023 Finding a corpse and police log made my day I figure I’m about average in the luck department. Last Thursday was wonderful for two reasons. First, I discovered a dead chipmunk in my…
November 6, 2023 Those sirens at night (or any time)? Who knows what’s going on anymore The fire station was just a block away from my home. Once a month or so, sirens and horns would wake me up in…
October 31, 2023 Remember, I am an expert on this subject During my freshman year at Notre Dame, my first home football game was a real whipping of Northwestern. The way I remember it, in…
October 24, 2023 I’m laughing less about those end times stories Earlier this year, in April, two men were working on a car late at night near Las Vegas when they came face to face…
October 14, 2023 Marvin Wood’s best lesson wasn’t about winning A few years back, if I recall properly, Mishawaka and South Bend were looking for a slogan that could help attract tourism. Our state…
September 7, 2023 A garden party Dad would have loved One of my earliest memories is of my three brothers and me picking berries. I was 6 years old and my family had moved…
August 6, 2023 Choosing the right words wasn’t easy, Mom I know that I talk too much. I spew out 140 words per minute, often for long stretches, and most of them are unnecessary….
August 1, 2023 Been there. Came home. My parents trained me to dread travel. I was the youngest of four sons. We were frugal, and we made long car trips only…
July 3, 2023 Enduring another ‘Ball of Confusion’ The tomatoes in my garden needed a day of rain, and I did too. I consider myself to have an enviable life. I’ve been…
May 30, 2023 Years later, I’ve got that dream job … sort of At my worst, one thought kept me from being a total failure. If all else fell apart, I could move to Texas and work…
April 29, 2023 Finding treasures and treats in small town settings Bad news, the bartender said. We were in the Fulton Pub for our first time, shortly before noon on a Friday. Those words from…
March 23, 2023 DNA keeps spreading, just like a plague I’ve written down the number 524,288 just to remind me how fortunate the four Bradford brothers are. For the past three decades, I’ve been…
March 16, 2023 When banks forget about Lenny and the like I’m not an expert on bank failures, but I remember a lesson that came in a handwritten note from my father about 25 years…
February 26, 2023 There were heroes, and Rudy too, I guess I have a habit of talking too much when I meet people at Notre Dame. I drive shuttle vans during the annual alumni reunions….
February 18, 2023 We must find ways to address our sordid past I’ve been trying to think clearly about the reparations movement. Sometimes I feel like we’re all in a whirlwind about this. The premise is…