• Small-Town Adventures

    small-townPeople have differing opinions on what it’s like to live in a small town and throughout my life, I’ve had differing opinions myself.  When I was little, I loved it.  Living in a small town allowed me to ride my bike to Grandma’s house every day in the summer.  It allowed me to walk across a major street to the local Dairy Queen for a sweet treat.  I felt safe and secure in my little Beaver Dam bubble.

  • A Good Climbing Tree

    a good climbing tree

    I pulled into the driveway and parked my car. Putting the car in park, I waited for Aubrey to emerge from her friend’s house. While waiting, I glanced around the front yard, noticing a bird feeder hanging from a shepherd’s hook, a shovel leaning against the garage, and a big, old tree.

    Upon closer inspection, the tree seemed almost ideal for climbing. If a couple of 1×4 pieces of board were nailed to the trunk, one could reach the lowest branches.