Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Anna and I drove to Milwaukee to see Phillip’s first solo gallery show at MIAD.

“How was your trip?” Bruce asked when I walked into the office this morning.

“It was great; I will email you some photos of his show!”

While I was sending them, it occurred to me...

that you might want to also have a look see...

Also, the possibly-early-holiday traffic was not too horrible.

2 hours up;

3 ½ hours spent in Milwaukee seeing and eating; and

2 hours home…

with my daughter AND my son.

three days with his mom and back to milwaukee he will run run run

Friday, November 19, 2010

L.F.M.T.F. Friday…

this week is rated “R” for raunchy!

On Wednesday night as I was walking thru the train cars, I once again passed this advertisement posted in a vestibule…

At first glance I didn’t think much about it, but then I noticed something that definitely was not there the day before…

fourteen year old boys and pens i abhor

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

In today’s local paper…

was a story, horrific and so, so wrong, about Andrea Faye Will...

an 18 year-old woman, who in 1997 was murdered by her ex-boyfriend.

In a rage, he strangled her with a phone cord.

Then he sat and wrote this note of confession...

“I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life...and should suffer in hell for all eternity.”

He was sentenced to 24 years, not quite eternity, and not even close to a lifetime.

While in prison, he was such an outstanding inmate, he received one day off his 24 year sentence for each day of “good behavior”.

“Good behavior” - something he lacked when he choked the life out of this young woman.

Today at 8:00 a.m., a mere 12 years after he killed Andrea, devastating her family and friends for the rest of their lives, he walked out of the Danville Correctional Center – a free man.

Not only a free man, but also a married man.

A 1987 U.S. Supreme Court decision refused to ban inmates from marrying, so due to this "legal" right given to him, he was able to marry while in prison (wow, what a kick in the stomach!) and is flying, as I type, to Hawaii, where he and his bride (what a sad, unfulfilled woman), who is a professor at the University of Hawaii (book smarts obviously, as we already know, mean nothing!) will start their married lives together.

It is not within ANY logical thinking that he gets to move on with his life, while Andrea is buried in a coffin, along with not only her two favorite childhood stuffed animals, but all of the wonderful things she would have experienced in life and contributed to society, and the hopes and dreams that her family and friends held for her, that were cut short by him.

The article ended with this...

“It isn’t fair, and there is nothing anybody can do about it now...”

I refuse to sit here in silence and believe that to be true.

what about you

Friday, November 12, 2010

Left For Me to Find...

this Friday deals with the local-thrown-at-your-house-for-free newspaper that I picked up last night and placed in my commuter bag to read on the train in this morning.

Within that paper, was this advertisement that CRACKED me up!!

A NEW! “Revolutionary” invention that is available to everyone for only $19.95...

Not sure of how “NEW!” and “Revolutionary” it is, being I have seen strikingly similar things in National Geographic Magazines since about 1968...

for your neck that cannot be great

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thank you to ALL the Veterans!

This is a post from November 11, 2009 - that I wanted to share with you again.

in honor of you all but especially rick my friend

Today it is hard to imagine soldiers coming back from a war and not being greeted by cheering family, friends, streets lined with neighbors, American flags waving and motorcycles escorting them with lights aflashing and horns ahonking.

That is what I thought always happened when soldiers returned home...

until I met Rick.

He was a member of a divorce recovery workshop that I attended thru a local church some five years ago. A safe place where we could share stories of the downfalls of our marriages, get support and hopefully…heal.

He was the oldest person at my table, once very handsome with deep blue eyes, but surgeries to his lower jaw had left his face misshapened and difficult to look at.

Rick and I became friends and during that friendship he shared stories of his life...

He graduated high school in 1967 and was drafted into the Marines the very next year. At that tender age he went and fought in Vietnam until 1970.

He told just slivers of the horror, helplessness-at-times and fear of the war, along with the experience of being deep in the jungles and having our government spray the defoliate Agent Orange all over them, how it felt covering his skin, it's distinct smell and the taste…..he never forgot.

But as cruel as the war was, it did not prepare him for the cruelty that he would have to endure upon coming home.

No fanfare, no welcoming home parades, no parties, no nothing. Even worse many of the young people of that era despised the war and anyone/thing having to do with it.

So he came home to scorn and silence.

His parents, thinking that he would never come back alive, sold his treasured Mustang, bought after saving every cent he ever earned from a job at the local hardware store.

They even gave away his Schwinn bike.

He was told not to talk about the war….to just “get on with life” and so he did.

He met a woman at the local donut shop, fell in love, got married, fathered four children, and worked very hard to support them.

Then he got sick.

Diagnosed with throat cancer directly related to the Agent Orange that had covered him in the jungles of Vietnam and, as in war, he fought like hell and physically survived surgery after surgery.

Shortly thereafter his wife asked for a divorce after falling in love with another man.

He was financially and emotionally devastated.

Which is what led him to divorce recovery and into my life.

When the workshop ended Rick left Illinois and moved to a small town in Wisconsin to start anew, but within a year of moving there....he died in his sleep.

He was 56...

and alone.

So to Rick, who so valiantly fought in the Vietnam War and then came home and fought for the rest of his life with deeply etched, horrific memories, disrespect from some, that as a representative of their freedom, he fought so hard for, against Agent Orange-caused-cancer and a devastating end to a marriage he thought would last a lifetime...

from deep in my soul and with much, much fanfare...

I stand in a thankful salute to all the servicemen and women like you!!

for all you did/do

Monday, November 8, 2010

What a Glorious difference...

having the clock fall back this past weekend, made in this morning's commute!

Last Friday my drive was shrouded in darkness, but was all beautifully hued with sunlight enhanced colors...

plus I got that extra hour of sleep, which always is in need!!

sunlight greed

Thursday, November 4, 2010

20 years ago right this minute...

I was in the throws of a pitocin induced labor, two weeks prior to the given delivery date.

Dr. Eckmann had encouraged it because my son was 9 lbs. 10 ounces at birth and he knew that this baby would be more than 10 lbs. if we let it go to the end.
At approximately 1:30 p.m. on that Sunday, just in time for the doc to watch a 2:00 Bears kick-off...

Anna Mae Moody was born - 9 lbs. 4 ounces and fabulously pink!!

She is my "Bug", one of the two apples of my eyes, my "button" pusher and I have written about her many, many times...

look here...


how about this post...

look at this one...

and another

and this one is forever in my heart too!

Happy 20th Birthday my daughter, my dear!!

praying for 60 plus more years of cheer

Monday, November 1, 2010

"What do you think if...

I am a bunch of grapes; you know one of the Hane’s guys?” Keith called from a local Halloween costume store, to ask.

“That sounds fine!” I responded with frustration.

Not at all frustrated with him, but frustrated, as I always have been, with the whole idea of having to come up with a costume for myself.

Costumes are Mandatory” the invitation read.

“Crap!” was what I thought.

The invite was from a high school friend, who has recently re-connected with me thru Facebook and she is wonderful!

We were going.

So while anguishing about what I was going to be...

I made sure to let Keith know that I was not able to help him out...

he was on his own.

“Well...I really want the banana costume.” he admitted.

“Then get it...that is fine.”

Or was it?

In hindsight maybe letting a guy pick out his own costume wasn't a good idea...

Next year, I will be going with him to help choose his costume at Halloween.

“you wanna touch my banana” caused some to scream