Ace Wisdom

My mother (Alice) had one sibling. Jerry was about 10 years younger than Alice and he was born with big feet. That should have been a clue because he grew to 6 foot 5 inches in height. My little brother, Jerry Lee was born years later and to eliminate the confusion of having two “Jerrys” in the family, we ended up with Big Jerry (Alice’s brother) and Little Jerry (my younger brother). Don’t ever name your kids after someone in the family because it is forever confusing.
Big Jerry moved from Plymouth to Cable, Wisconsin in the mid 1940’s with his parents (my grandparents Jiggs and Helen). He had no choice. They lived in a lodge that had cabins which were rented out during the summer and during “deer hunting season”. There was no running water, no electricity and no indoor bathrooms. Rugged stuff.
Big Jerry was hearty. He could fish, hunt and swim. He made extra money guiding Chicago executives to where all the big musky fish were. As big and tough as he seemed to be, his interest was to play in the high school band. It drove my dad nuts. My dad, being an athlete, always envied size and strength. Football was a must. Not big Jerry! I don’t remember his instrument in the band but it was probably a piccalo (actually I think it was a tuba).
I was always considered part of the Andrews side of the family while brother Jack was considered Stiller. Jack got the favored treatment. Big Jerry had no patience for tears. He had no patience for complaining. He had no patience for “hurt”. You could have your arm broke in three places and his comment would have been “toughen up”.
I only saw Big Jerry when we went to visit Wildwood Lodge near Cable once or twice a year. Many times he was busy with buddies so we’d only see him occasionally. Very vivid in my mind was after he enlisted in the Navy, his buddy Artie picked him up in Milwaukee on furlow and on the way home to Cable, they stopped in Plymouth to pick up Jack and myself so we could go north with them. Big Jerry’s buddy had an old clunker Nash that belched oil constantly. We stopped every 50 miles and put in two quarts of oil. The trip was 300 miles so we went through 12 quarts of oil. Jerry thought that was funny.
Jerry lived with our family at the City Club for about 6 months between stints in the Navy. He worked in the local foundry. He went to the Sheboygan Extenstion (college) but flunked out. After 6 months he rejoined the Navy and made a career out of it.
Our family visited Big Jerry in 1976 in California. We stayed with him for a couple of days. Grasshopper No. 4 (he was 4 years old) was treated the same way Jack and I had been treated. Paul was knocked over constantly by the “aggressive” big black lab dog and Big Jerry thought it was funny. Paul endured but there were plenty of tears. Predictably Jerry’s attitude was toughen up.
I saw Big Jerry several years ago when he visited family in the Wisconsin area. I think Jerry is now in his early 70’s. He is still big but things changed. He was taking large does of insulin for diabetes and he had an oxygen nose “hook-up” to help him breathe. He had trouble walking any distance.
Big Jerry is a good guy that popped into my life from time to time. He is family. He is tough to get close to because he always has had a “prickly, gruff” personality. He still lives in California with his bride of about 10 years. He will show up again. It will be un-announced. He will be fun to visit with and he will be gone again. That is Big Jerry!
Love,
Dad

We did it! We have been using dial up telephone service for our computer since we had our first Gateway/IBM compatible system back in the early 1990’s. We now have Roadrunner cable service and our waiting days are over (I think). Just $10 down and a lifetime to pay.
Just an update on Brett Favre, the toughest man on the planet. He had ankle surgery to remove bone spurs (remember he had no anesthetic). Well it is reported today that he took out his own stitches on a flight from Mississippi to Florida. Who needs doctors. Then he took the stitches and wadded them up and made chewing tobacco out of them. I’m told he knawed on the stitches “chaw” for long time.
The pressure is on to get Nana out of the Rocky Knoll nursing facility and back into Kindred Hearts. The government is expediting the process. Yeah, right. I am not a psychologist but anytime you are in a strange surrounding for a long time (and you don’t want to be there), patience runs short. The calvary is on the way (your Mom).
Grasshopper No. 4 has Wisconsin going to the final game of the NCAA tournament that starts Thursday. Talk about being blinded by school loyality. Until Brian Butch can shove people around in the center (he is out with a fractured elbow) and until Tucker can shoot free throws that don’t hit the front of the rim, Wisconsin will get an early ticket home. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see Wisconsin go far in the tournament. I just wouldn’t put any money on them.
Tomorrow they finish the root canal on a tooth that they started 2 weeks ago. This time expert endodonics doctors get in volved and should finish the job. It seems to me that you shouldn’t have to endure two root canals on the same tooth. I wonder how they charge for the service. Do I get billed twice?
Days are getting longer. Temperatures are rising. Spring is next week.
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad

It has happened. I have evolved into an executive secretary for the special person in my life. I answer phones. I take messages. I relay information. I make things go! I finally realize that that all executive secretaries are overworked, under paid and under-appreciated. They are the brains behind every home organization. I am in the process of forming a national ” home executive secretary” day. Why not have one more useless reason to celebrate?
Actually my attitude is pretty good. It was 35 degrees this morning. The sun was shining. Temperatures are rising. There is some of the best college basketball of the year on the tube. The NCAA tournament starts next week and UW-Madison along with Marquette should represent Wisconsin. There might even be a bet or two placed. I’ve got free golf lessons coming. And Brett Favre is coming back. Does it get any better.
Now to “Aw, Schist”. This can only happen in America. A left handed pitcher named Mike White of the LA Dodgers has been trying to make it to the major leagues for many years and at age 29 has managed to pitch in 6 total games. But his dream is alive. Several years ago, he helped out an elderly aunt with her nursing home bills by buying 50 acres of land from her in Massachusett for $50,000. He was clearing off land for a home on his newly purchased property but he found nothing but rock. He hired a geologist to tell him what kind of property he had bought. It turns out he bought “schist”. It is not a dirty word. It is a type of mica flatstone used for patios, sidewalks, and building. It is worth $100 per ton. He has over $2 billion (yes, that is with a “b”) of schist on his property. Mike is an instant billionaire
So while the highest paid athlete in history (Alex Rodriquez) signed for $250 million dollars over 10 years, Mike White stumbled onto 10 times that amount. That is a lot of schist.
So what will Mike White do? Will he pursue the pitching career or return to a Massachusetts mining business. He has lots of choices. His career will probably turn to schist.
Why doesn’t that kind of schist happen to me? For me “schist” is spelled different.
I hope “schist” happens to you!
Love,
Dad

We all have memories of special occassions with our childhood friends. This memory is mine.
Snow laden trees created a winter wonderland last week. It reminded me of being a kid 10-12 years old. My buddies (girls weren’t allowed because they were still yukky) and I would wander up and down the local railroad tracks looking for things to do. It was winter and we found the early construction of a huge building in Plymouth for a new Borden Cheese office building and warehouse. It was just south of Plymouth adjacent to a railroad spur. The basement had been dug out and the concrete walls poured. The first floor of the building had been poured but had many openings for things like future elevators or ventilation systems. When construction workers were preparing to pour concrete for the basement floor, they struck a water spring. Water gushed into the lower level and rose to a level of about 3-4 feet. Everything stopped. Construction was held up until they could figure out how to deal with the water. Winter set in and all the water froze
My buddies and I found this wonderous fantasy skating rink. It was surreal. The ice was glistening and clear because snow could not reach it. There was enough light coming in from the openings in the floor above to make it seem like an ice arena with spot lights.
As kids, it was special. There was no wind because the basement walls protected the ice. There was no snow except in isolated piles where the sunlight poured through openings in the floor above. You could look down through the ice and actually see the bottom of the basement.
Each stroke of your ice skates made a new mark in the clear ice. There were no bumps or cracks. Each stroke of the skate made a crisp sound that echoed in the huge cement room. When you slid sideways to stop, your blades would shave a layer of perfect ice.
We didn’t tell anyone about the special ice rink. For sure, you didn’t tell “grown ups”? We knew if we told, someone would say don’t go there because it was private property. So we would sneak away and enjoy probably the best ice skating condtions ever created. The ice was clear, pristine and untouched. It was fun to keep the place secret.
I think the Borden Company eventually abandoned the project and tore down the construction. I don’t know how they solved the “waters spring” problem but if you drive in that area today, it is occupied by many buildings.
Now you know about a secret place from my ice skating past. It was a place that less than 10 people knew about. And now you know! You are sworn to secrecy. I only share memories with loved ones because I know they can keep a secret.
Can they arrest me for trespassing 50 years after the infraction?
Love,
Dad

It is written in the Scripture that ye all shall endure sufficient snow, sleet, rain, wind and slop to grow angry before the pain of winter slips away. So suck it up, it is “written”.
Your mom and I spent a night at the Performing Arts Center enjoying Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion fame do a concert with the Fox Cities Symphony. It sounds stuffy but it was a delight. Garrison was on stage for the whole concert reciting poems, spinning bullshit stories and singing his version of famous songs. In the background was the symphony. I did learn that sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes, is the answer. We did not sell our tickets on e-Bay for the reported going fee of $450 per person.
A week ago, I underwent a root canal from my friendly dentist. He was almost done (after 2 hours) and he said “whoops” I can’t do this. I couldn’t talk with all the crap in my mouth so I tried to understand what “I can’t do this” means. It means I have to go to a specialist endodonist that must blast through calcification of one ot the canals. So my dentist quickly closed up the procdure and put a temporary filling in my tooth. I was home 20 minutes and the temporary filling started flaking apart. So I went back to get a second “temporary”. In two weeks a specialist will perform his version of a root canal and then I can go back to get my tooth restored over the root canal. I am going to get charged for the first failed root canal, temporary fillings from two visits, a professional root canal using blasting techniques and finally tooth restoration complete with large fillings. It all makes me wonder. You can live you whole life keeping you regular teeth if you are willing to pay. My mother had false teeth and the biggest expense in her life was one or two replacement sets.
Cable News showed a hearse taking Anna Nicole Smith to the airport to be flown to the Bahamas to be buried with her son. Who the hell is Anna Nicole Smith?
Brett Favre had his ankle surgery this week. He personifies tough. He had to remove his blue costume with the big “S” on the chest. They couldn’t cut through the skin to reach the ankle bone until they used a laser. They broke every scalpal they had on his tough bone. They had to use diamond tipped tools to remove the spurs. They did not use any anesthetic. Is he our hero or what? Rumor has it that the removed bone spurs will be sold on e-Bay.
Grasshopper No. 5 needs a job with good paying benefits. There is a perfect match out there someplace. It is written.
Love,
Dad

It has been 7 years since I left the workforce at the”Foods”. Many of the people that I worked with have either moved on to different jobs or retired. One manager (I’ll call him Mr. P) has entered the teaching arena at UW-Oshkosh. He teaches undergraduate business courses at night.
One of Mr. P’s classes is doing case studies on Company DNA. I guess the DNA signifies identification of all the parts that make up a company. With the “deep” understanding of a company assets and culture (DNA), techniques can be applied to continually improve the company. Huh?
Mr. P had one of his students contact me to do a case study on the “Foods”. I inquired as to whether I get paid for this effort and I was informed that it was “giving back” to develop future business leaders. Now let me get this straight, Mr. P gets paid to teach and I work gratis with his students. Sounds like he learned his lessons in finance well.
Stay tuned. You all will learn about corporate DNA whether you want to or not.
Debs is back home and at last contact had her heart rhythm was normal and the medication was working. I guess there is a checkup in a week. Hopefully they got it right this time.
Nana is training all the staff at Rocky Knoll how to do things right! She seems to be in control.
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad