Gratitude vs. More-more

A minister who gives me something to think about is more likely to see me on Sundays.  This week, our minister told a story that stuck with me.  When this pastor was a youth, he worked summers as a day camp counselor for fourth graders at Marshall Park on the western shores of Lake Mendota. Continue reading

A Walk on a Country Road

The gun season for deer starts this Saturday, and I’m about to take my hikes away from the action for the next couple of weeks.  I wanted to take a long walk from my front door today.  Basically, there are two choices:  left or right.  If I go left, I walk into town or beyond town to the Ice Age Trail.  If I go right, I walk along the roadside with farm views. Continue reading

Last Settler’s Syndrome

Years ago, my wife and I built a new house on a big bluff overlooking a Wisconsin River flowage (Lake Wisconsin).  We had unobstructed views of the water, the deer, and the wild turkeys.  Over time, the residential lots on top of the hill and on the hillside filled in with big houses and little houses.  A structure resembling a double wide lay in the path of our view of the lake.

I remember complaining to Professor Tom Heberlein, a casual acquaintance, about losing my view.  He looked up at me, peering over his professorial glasses, and said, “Ahh, you have last settler’s syndrome.”  Heberlein taught rural sociology at the University of Wisconsin and lived part-time in Lodi and part-time in Sweden.  So I didn’t feel stupid when I asked him what he was talking about. Continue reading