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Nov.05.2012
Today I helped to save the world … or maybe ruin it. I did my “homework” for the 2012 election. I picked up the newspaper’s Sunday editorial section and found a link to a website where I read a short blurb on each candidate or issue and made a choice. At the end of the session, the computer gave me...
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Oct.29.2012
The past weekend was a game weekend in Green Bay, and so is the next one. I wish I could be there to see the whole town dressed up in green and gold. I got to thinking about the differences between today’s Packer game crowds and the ones in my youth. People actually used to dress up for football...
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Oct.21.2012
A few weeks ago, I stopped at a farmer’s market. “Here, try this for free. It’s a little different,” a vendor said. He handed me a small, green, heirloom tomato. As I palmed the green globule, I flashed back to my parents’ kitchen on a late-summer Sunday night. I visualized gleaming jars and lids,...
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Oct.21.2012
A few weeks ago, I stopped at a farmer’s market. “Here, try this for free. It’s a little different,” a vendor said. He handed me a small, green, heirloom tomato. As I palmed the green globule, I flashed back to my parents’ kitchen on a late-summer Sunday night. I visualized gleaming jars and lids,...
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Sep.23.2012
I never met Steve Sabol, president of NFL Films, but I was saddened to read of his death, of brain cancer on Wednesday, September 19. I had known his name since college, and in a way, I felt I’d known him. In a strange recess of my mind, Sabol always represented the road not taken. I came out of...
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Sep.16.2012
Stepping up to the podium felt like jumping into a chilly swimming pool. “Here goes nothing,” I thought. I was pretty good at public speaking in high school. But I hadn’t done any since then. Now seventy-two people expected me to entertain them. I was scared spitless. (Cleaned that one up nicely,...
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Sep.08.2012
It had been a long day, and all we wanted was a quiet dinner. My husband Scott, an announcer, had gotten up at 5:30 to drive to an out-of-town job. Once home, he’d spent the afternoon wrangling on the phone with a difficult producer. I’d put in a thirteen-hour day at an animal shelter, where a...
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Sep.02.2012
For 43 years my husband and I had cats. Suddenly, we didn’t. Our last two were Sunny and Millard, both big and black. Sunny curled around my head at night. Millard stretched across my lap as I sat at the computer—I like to say he wrote half of Incomplete Passes. The two were not related by blood,...
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Aug.30.2012
Many people say their hometown is a good place to be “from.” Not me—if you’ve read my Incomplete Passes, you know I’m an unabashed homer. I come from Green Bay, Wisconsin, and Green Bay is Titletown, USA. It even says so right on City Hall. The Packers make Green Bay different from a hundred other...
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Aug.19.2012
I spent yesterday doing volunteer work, medicating sick cats at a shelter. There was plenty left to do, but I clocked out at 6:40. That allowed me to get dinner on the table by 8. My husband resents the amount of time I spend at the animal shelter, and one way I make it up to him is to serve a...