One day I was hunting ducks with Butch at our farm on the Lissie Prairie in Texas. As we walked toward the pond where we were going to hunt, we happened upon a cow and her newly born calf. The mother immediately decided that the nearest person was a threat to her baby and started…

One summer when Tad and I were teenagers we decided to take the old Thompson speedboat out to Peterson’s Bay in Detroit harbor. Being magnanimous we allowed Rod to accompany us. So, all three of us zoomed out to Peterson’s Bay. After several successful circuits around the bay, I managed to get too close to…

This story is dedicated to Roberta who never fails to remind me of one of my major screw ups when we are having family gatherings. In the summer of my 17th year mom and dad took a day trip from Washington Island to Green Bay. They decided to leave Ann and I at home because…

This story is dedicated to my buddy Tad who always seemed to escape the final consequences. When we were about five years old, our parents were having a family party at the boathouse on the island. My mom and dad had recently acquired a new car, I believe it was a Pontiac, and I was…