Yearly Archives: 2011

I never timed the walk from our home on Sheffield to the Diversey driving range on the edge of the lake in Chicago because I prefer not to know. It is one of the reasons I like the walk. This … Continue reading →

I went from being a bad golfer before lessons to an atrocious golfer after lessons. This is NOT what I expected to happen so I did what self-serving individuals do. I rationalized. Conversing with myself, self concluded too many dos … Continue reading →

Auntie Marge taught me that 2:30 p.m. is the time of day the angels pass over. The day rustles a little, like a skirt resettling itself in breezes. It’s pause-able. Today 2:30 p.m. met me on a running path bench … Continue reading →

Yesterday the United States Women’s Soccer team lost to the Japanese Women’s Soccer team; and before the athletes reached the sidelines to absorb this information, USA’s “squandered chances” was uttered, broadcast, generally touted about by observers, pundits and commentators. Watching … Continue reading →

On Bastille Day, I’m stuck on wondering what “liberation” is. Is it fighting tyranny? Is it letting go of perceptions we cherish even if they defeat us? Is it revenging those who told us what to do without our permission? … Continue reading →

One brush with fame the Larson family had during the impressionable 1960s happened when our Mom sang in a parish musical. It was called “The Gay ’90s.” Her sister sang, too; and I think this upped the special factor. In … Continue reading →

I love to shop, except when I need something. Then, it is my sincere hope that the item will be where it is supposed to be inside the store. This is no longer true in shops that sell clothing and … Continue reading →

I’ve meet some sparklers in my time; unassumers who are quiet until they’re lit, and then they ignite. One of my favorite sparklers of all time was my Mom, Marie. It took a little coaxing to light her up because … Continue reading →

In our Elmhurst Larson household during the 1960s, the time of summer was measured by light not clocks. I most enjoyed the dark. My two brothers and I played outside after dinner. Mom let us loose, which was a concession. … Continue reading →

Words get blamed more often than numbers for causing trouble and I think this ought to be reconsidered, for at least three reasons, although I may want to add more: One:Numbers are inflexible. They see no reason to change when … Continue reading →