A stretch of the Lake Trail along West Lakeshore Drive. Photo by Jake Kurtz It’s a blessing and curse of getting old. I walk through Sunset Park as a comfort with conjured memories: swimming at the steps. Shorty’s bait shop, marina and beer oasis. Sandlot and pee wee baseball at Bradford Field. Drinking Cokes with Dan Statz at the Little Store wasting summers away, and others who aren’t here anymore.
Gentle chiding and good entertaining for my mid-morning break. Thanks. “Sour” is the adjective (and adverb) that works for our current state’s state and policies. We (it) got here by becoming IOWA, Inc., with the same narrow motives that fuel corporate America. And all quality of life considerations are left out of that equation. I seem to recall that Governor Kimee, before gaining power by default, was a county bean-counter. Left brain and Right wing . . . sorta redundant, eh?
Another gem, Art. Keep writing this stuff for the rest of us that don't quite have the articulation talents you do.
Gentle chiding and good entertaining for my mid-morning break. Thanks. “Sour” is the adjective (and adverb) that works for our current state’s state and policies. We (it) got here by becoming IOWA, Inc., with the same narrow motives that fuel corporate America. And all quality of life considerations are left out of that equation. I seem to recall that Governor Kimee, before gaining power by default, was a county bean-counter. Left brain and Right wing . . . sorta redundant, eh?
Well written and so true. There are many Blessings but boy do you have to hunt for them.
Thanks for your message. Can I forward your messages to family and friends?
Phil Owen Monticello
Spread the word brother!
I’ve been reading you since you were in Algona. You’ve been a rage filled depressive all these years.