September 8, 1915 “Goot sausage needs no mustard,” Frank Muench bellowed to the crowd in his German smothered Swiss accent. His concession, set up facing the field and near the first base dugout, had a black chalkboard trimmed in blond wood. On the top in carefully drawn bold letters was “New Meat Market.” Below a […]

Saving is Not Crazy My mother was born on a German speaking dairy farm in Moose Lake, Minnesota. She was the third of four siblings to survive to adulthood. She was twelve, when her mother died at childbirth. My grandfather grieved for his immigrant wife and the family stopped speaking German. Her duties increased from […]

My Cousin’s Anecdote   Fritz leaned against the outside wall of the barbershop and leisurely viewed the cars driving on Main Street. Hans pulled up to the curb in a new cherry red Mustang convertible with white leather interior, and the top down. He parked and waved at his cousin. “Beautiful car Hans, how did […]

I Travel a Lot I travel a lot. It takes up most of my time. I always fly, solo. My territory stretches from the mountains of Central Mexico to Northern Colorado in the spring and the reverse in the fall. My interests are insects, berries and sex. My journey is perilous. I face and flee […]