As a true believer, I had to stop by the “shrine” when we passed through Green Bay. Here I am at Lambeau Field, home of the Green Bay Packers.
Today (Wednesday), was a picture-perfect day in eastern Wisconsin. Here are some pics from our ride on county roads south of Green Bay. We are spending tonight in Sheboygan, and will head to Milwaukee tomorrow (Thursday). Today was a welcome respite from the rain, which is to return tonight and tomorrow. In contrast to Ontario, Minnesota and Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, there are almost no gravel roads in Wisconsin. Nearly all are paved because the dairy trucks need to get through to the dairy farms. These rural paved roads make for great bicycling!
Shaw and I are now at Lake Michigan! Here we are at the edge of Green Bay (the body of water, not the town). We left Escanaba in the Upper Peninsula this morning and should make Marinette, just a across the Wisconsin line, this evening. We’ve had lots of rain. The locals tells us that this is an especially wet spring. The rain keeps us cool, however, and holds the insects at bay.
Unless you count yourself among the reported thirty-five per cent of the electorate who would support Donald J. Trump even if—in his own words—“I were to shoot someone in the middle of Fifth Avenue,” you may well be among the many who are telling area clergy that they are feeling unusually anxious, stressed, and helpless since the November presidential election. The numerous missteps, scandals, and almost daily misadventures that have erupted since his January inauguration as the nation’s forty-fifth president likely have done nothing to allay those anxieties and fears. In fact, if there were not so much at stake for our nation and the world, the daily melodrama and pending constitutional crisis, including their improbable cast of characters, might even prove humorous. Who needs House of Cards when reality itself provides so much, as they say, “must see TV”! Continue reading →
We are alive and well in Trout Creek, Michigan, in the upper peninsula (the “You-Pea,” as the locals call it). Our route presently is Michigan highway 28, the aptly-named “Tunnel of Trees” highway. You can see M28 below in middle photo, and also the bottom, with Shaw. You know you’re in the UP when a sign says “Cemetery, No Snowmobiles!” And also – I regret not taking a photo of it – “Fathers Day Walleye Tournament, June 17.”
Happy Trinity Sunday! This morning my son arrived at the Duluth airport. Here he is assembling his bike back together after having shipped it on the plane. And here we are just about to head out the terminal door.
Wanted to share this article by Todd here on the parish site as well. He wrote this in the Parish Newsletter, Fall 2011.
Witnessed the yearly piano recital of my two oldest today in the public hall of the Waltham Public Library. Hearing their lovely melodies and inspired playing reminded me of one of my boss’ best articles on the subject of music, inspiration, and worship. Enjoy! This past summer, my 10 year-old son made a significant breakthrough […]