Cindy moved to Brookfield in 1994 with her husband and three children in tow. It's been a very interesting seventeen years.
It's my fault I never told you, but you were one of my favorite guys ever.
Before a bunch of you city-management types get your undies in a bundle, I never knew Bill as a city engineer. I knew him as a guy from church whose whole face smiled. And yes, the current man in charge is famous for his "my predecessor" lines, but you know what? Brookfield grew more under Bill Muth's engineering eye than ever.
If you haven't been in a while, the nature trails at Wirth Park are really quite good walking. I laced up my favorite walking boots yesterday and headed out for about forty-five minutes.
I'd post a few photos, but as well all know, this software makes me a bit crazy trying to do so. Take my word for it: it's a lovely time of year to be there. I watched a (what I think was, anyway) woodchuck scurry for cover. I walked across the most amazing multi-colored mat of leaves recently fallen with the rain.
There's no reason to be writing checks to Jostens. Call neighbors and family. Heck. Use this as a place to offer gown exchanges. I can see wanting your own tassle and charm, but the other stuff? Pooey. Let it go.