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November 26th, 2021 |
When I tuned in the news today, the announcer reminded me that 58 years ago Lyndon Johnson was sworn in as president after the assassination of John F. Kennedy.
A few weeks ago, my daughter and I were wandering around La Crosse, killing time, waiting for a doctor’s appointment when we cruised through the downtown, pausing briefly to gaze at the now forlorn and vacant La Crosse Tribune building.
“They are teaching our kids X-rated sex acts!” Oops, that should wake you up. But I will elaborate later. Stay tuned.
I don’t know what Raymond Brandau of Wilton experienced on Dec. 7, 1941, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, catapulting the United States into World War II. It’s possible he did not speak much about it. World War II veterans tended to be a quiet lot.
Not long ago, a friend I have known for decades revealed to me that as a child she had been sexually assaulted by an immediate family member. At least I think that was the case — I was so shocked I failed to pry, as opposed to my usual nature. Who committed this incest, and what did it entail? I don’t know, but what came next was equally as shocking. Only in her old age did she share this with her sisters, who also had been assaulted. Until that point in time, she had been too humiliated to bring it up.
Some 37 years ago, Harold Winchel was president of the Norwalk-Ontario School Board.
The recent invitation by the Sparta Citizens for Real Progress to join in an effort to form a “Christ-centered school” is a reminder of how often religion is at the bottom of public controversies.
Here is a little civic lesson to keep in mind as we hurtle toward the mid-term elections in November, and here in Wisconsin, a governor and senate race.
I have been thinking about guns a lot lately. When I was growing up in Green County, Wis. (yes, that was around the time of the Civil War), there were few if any deer.
Sen. Theodore G. Bilbo, a Democrat from Mississippi, would most likely have given a thumbs up to the 18-year-old who gunned down 10 black shoppers in a Buffalo, N.Y., grocery store this past weekend.
Remember when local school board elections were quiet events mostly with candidates who occasionally had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the race? Remember when we fought about teacher pay, bus routes and maybe, very occasionally, the books in the library?
In September 1963, I was muddling my way through my junior year in high school while in Elroy, Phillip Egan was cranking out the 24th issue of the Elroy Leader Tribune.
