August Update

It's a rainy, cool day in southern Wisconsin, but we won't complain as most of the rest of the nation goes through a summer heat wave.  

This month was marked by our 36th Anniversary.  Julia and I celebrated by going out to dinner at a small Italian restaurant bar a few blocks away from the State Capital. 

This has been a summer of projects in order to get the house ready to sell next spring.  We've been staining, patching, and painting. A couple of bigger projects involve hiring contractors to replace some storm windows and doors that have reached their expiration dates. 

In the fall, we will pack up the car and visit four different places to relocate/downsize in the West.  We've visited these places as tourists in the past, but we will be doing a deeper dive this time, trying to visualize what it would be like to live there.  If none of those places feel like home, we have back-up plans, one of which includes downsizing here in Wisconsin.  But we are in agreement that, if we're going to do a big move, this is the time in our lives to do so.  

Otherwise, we have settled into the Wisconsin summer.  We are both playing lots of pickleball.  I have a big tournament tomorrow.  The Madison area has lots of free music in the summer, and we've been getting out for that while the weather is good. 

Sidi Wacho at Sessions

Allie has been working very hard, as things are tense in the advertising industry with many layoffs.  She did find time for a trip to Mallorca, Spain for vacation and then remote work in Aspen for a week.  She paid for travel, but her accommodations were free with an invite from friends whose families had luxurious lodgings in those nice places.  There are pros and cons to the fast-paced corporate world in San Francisco.  

My mother has been moving forward with life after my Dad's passing.  She is selling a second condo they owned after first offering it to us.  My mother has a network of friends there, but I don't otherwise see the appeal of living in the middle of Iowa.  My mom has a valid passport, and we've offered to go with her to Scotland, a place that she is interested in.  Nothing planned yet, however.  

Callie says she is bored, and is ready for travel. 

 

What Callie wants, she usually gets.  We're Scamping next week along the Mississippi River.  

Earth Rider Brewery

Every once in awhile, Julia and I come across a brewery that truly rises head and shoulders above the crowd. Earth Rider in Superior, Wisconsin is special in all of the ways that matter to us. 

Earth Rider logo

Located amongst a dense population of working class bars on the western edge of Superior, Wisconsin, Earth Rider’s taphouse is in an old brick building. The inside is a bit dark. There is no food to speak of here. Earth Rider is where you go if you want to drink really good beer in just about every beer style that we like.

I started with their 2018 World Beer Cup bronze medal winner in the oatmeal stout category, North Tower Stout, while Julia enjoyed their hazy IPA.

After sampling the Raspbecrush Tart, I then opted for a perfectly-styled Vienna Lager, which was dispensed side-pull, something the server described as a method to bring out a more creamy head. 

We adjourned to the outdoor beer garden, which had a mural that I loved.

For dinner, we went a couple of blocks down the street to the Anchor Bar with prices from yesterday. Huge, well-prepared burgers were $6.50. It was Monday Philosophy night with $3 pitchers of Grain Belt Beer. With an hour drive ahead, I went with a Diet Pepsi.

On the Road Again

My father’s Celebration of Life took place last Saturday in an African-American Church that he attended from time to time in his childhood home of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My dad loved traditional gospel music, and he would have loved the musical performance. 

After we made it home to Wisconsin, we packed up a few days later, hitched up the Scamp, and drove north. 

Tonight, we are driveway camping at Julia’s brother’s cabin on Long Lake, which is near Gleason, Wisconsin. It’s a small place, started by Scott himself and then finished by his friends and family after Scott had a brain aneurysm at age 30. Scott nearly died after that incident and lost the use of his dominant right hand. This year Scott celebrated a life equally as long after his aneurysm as before. 

We grilled brats for dinner, served alongside baked beans and a salad. Scott and his friend Rick went fishing for crappies after dinner; Julia went along for the ride. I’m enjoying the view of the lake from the cabin’s spacious deck with Callie literally laying on my feet to keep track of my movements. 

Julia, Scott and Rick

We will stay here through the holiday weekend and then continue further north. We aren’t sure where we will stop next but have a couple of ideas in mind.

Busy Celebrating

I am between Celebrations of Life:  Justin's and my Dad's.

More than 125 people came over the course of two hours to a local park shelter for Justin's celebration.  I'm not terribly comfortable being one of the focal people at large gatherings, so the whole thing was a blur to me.  Julia and her pickleball friends organized it. We ran out of beds and couches at our house.  Julia and I slept in the Scamp.

A soul food catering place from Madison brought in Justin's favorite foods: fried chicken, ribs, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread muffins.  A large assortment of Justin's Asian snacks was also put out for people to try.  The dried seafood was tried by many but liked by few.

Many tears were shed, but it was also a time for shared memories and laughs.  I'm finally sleeping better after almost six months of broken sleep patterns.

We gave away most of Justin's furnishings and valuable personal possessions.  One of those included the wheelchair van, which we planned to donate to someone in a need of a vehicle at Justin's church.  

Unfortunately, two days after the man (my age) received the vehicle and before he could get the title changed, he died after suffering a stroke.  It's just been that kind of year.  His surviving brothers and sister want the van to go to the church, and that's the tentative plan for now.  

My Dad's Celebration of Life will take place this Saturday in Iowa.  I expect a much smaller gathering as my Dad outlived most of his friends and family.  After that, I think Julia and I will head up north in the Scamp.  

And The Other Shoe Drops

 

Muscatine, Iowa is an old river town along the Mississippi, settled by white folks in 1837.  Iowa State University operated an experimental farm here, and the area is widely known for producing some of the most delicious watermelons and cantaloupes in the country.

Last Sunday afternoon, towards the end of my stay at Shady Creek COE (just north of Muscatine), I received a text from my mother, indicating that my father's three month journey in hospice was close to the end.  I hitched up on Monday morning and towed the Scamp ninety minutes to a county park campground on the eastern edge of Cedar Rapids, Iowa.  

Indeed, my dad was no longer responsive, and the hospice nurse told us that he could pass away at any time.  We sat with him for the rest of the morning before taking a break for lunch.  I then returned to the Scamp to let Callie out for a short walk.  During that time period, Mom went back to my Dad's room and found that he had stopped breathing.  She gave him a hug and a kiss; he took one more big breath, and then he passed away.  

Dad was 91 and lived a full life.  He graduated from a small Catholic high school in Cedar Rapids and then volunteered for the Marine Corps during the Korean War, receiving a purple heart during two tours of heavy combat.  Dad's time in the Marines had a profound impact.  A disinterested, undisciplined student in high school, he found discipline and confidence as a Marine.

After discharge, he started college, completing his bachelor's and master's degree at the University of Iowa.  He then obtained his PhD from Stanford University.  

From there, Dad became the first principal at a new Madison, Wisconsin high school and stayed there several years before accepting a position as assistant professor at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.  He wrote two textbooks in the area of secondary school administration, eventually becoming a full professor and chairman of his department for many years.  

My mother and father were very close during their long marriage.  At times, he was a difficult parent (Marine Corps strict) but he taught us to work hard and to never quit. 

Dad also taught us a love for travel.  We took family vacations across the country and even to Mexico and Hawaii.  He was very frugal in many other ways, but travel and education were things that he was willing to spend on. 

Losing my father and my son over a one month period has been one of the most difficult periods of my life--even though both events were somewhat predictable.  There will be two celebrations of life this month, and then it will be time to move forward with the memories intact.  Thankfully, the anxiety and stress have already started to dissipate. 

Can’t Get Enough

 I’m back on the Mississippi River. This time, I’m camped at a Corps of Engineers campground just north of Muscatine, Iowa. It’s one of my favorite places to hang out and do absolutely nothing. Well, some people would be bored, but I spend my time reading, walking and watching. 

Julia and her sister took their brother Scott to New Orleans as a 60th birthday present. I’ve been to the Big Easy several times. My grandfather used to say this about places that he didn’t plan to return: “I didn’t leave nothin’ there.” I wouldn’t go quite that far about New Orleans, but I’m content spending some time along the same river—upstream a bit at $13/ night with the Old Geezers’ discount.

Callie is a happy camper. 

Mid-week, this place is quiet. I can see the river out the Scamp’s dinette window, and I have a nice buffer of woods behind me. 

I’ll build a fire tonight at dusk. There’s a cold Pseudo  Sue IPA from Toppling Goliath in the fridge when I’m ready.