Our Contributing Editor and sometimes Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, is celebrating St. Patrick's Day as he has for many years. He's reflecting on the events that happen once a year, but he's also reflecting on the Irish history that was always so very important to him and his family. Erin go bragh!
Our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch, is celebrating his birthday. He's curious, obviously, about the meaning of the number (Spoiler Alert: 77) that his birthday represents. Upon some digging, Bob was digging the meaning. You will too when you read more!
It's been a rough few weeks for our Contributing Editor, Bob Weirauch and his partner Teri. It happens when we get older; we lose our family, our friends, our pets, and even some of our material belongings. Bob has been in deep thought about this, here's his "take".
Bob Weirauch remembers a bar, long gone, in Wisconsin that his father frequented. It sure seems that Bob hasn't forgotten that old place, and how could he? Luddy's Bar seems like one weird place, or perhaps that's just the way Bob remembers it.
Bob Weirauch reflects on the song "Auld Lang Syne" including its meaning, it's real meaning, and how it should guide us in our pursuit of friendships and perhaps even how we resolve our New Year's Resolutions.
The road trip is a right of passage. But a road trip that's been occurring for more than 40 years, and dozens of times over, isn't a right of passage any longer. It's a given-right shared between two friends with an understanding that they'll be more. Or will there be?
Time can do that to road trips. It can bring a sense of ending, a discontinuance of the eternal, but it can't do that to friendships, those can never end; regardless of what happens in Vegas!
Gone but not forgotten, at least in the eyes (and mind) of Bob Weirauch. If you ever come across an old, abandoned house, give it some thought. There might not be anyone living there, but it's probably alive with stories, some good, perhaps some not so good. Let your imagination run because that's something that should never be abandoned.
And what an interesting conversation it must have been. If we could have just been an antique lamp shade near the wall, we'd know a lot more about the ins and outs of that conversation. But hey, that's not our place in a convo between father and daughter. Or is it? Read on.
Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, wrote about his daughter's running efforts. Those efforts might have been a long time ago, but obviously he never forgot Dani's commitment and dedication to the path she ran on and the path she followed throughout her life.
Our Contributing Editor and Poet-in-Residence, Bob Weirauch, is reflecting about winter. A Wisconsin guy through and through, the stiff winds of North Central Wisconsin are piercing Bob's sweater and other layers, through and through. Winter is coming and that's a fact.
Bob Weirauch, our Contributing Editor and Poet-in-Residence, is at it again. This time it's in a diner near his home. For the record, Bob isn't exactly an old man, but he sure the hell isn't a young man either. And that, despite his age, is a real problem.
