Let’s hear it from Louie himself…

The announcement of the tragic action and near homicide was by an article of accusation in the MJS Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. At coffee, the discussion was of the old man who hit his wife with a hammer" and only after a few questions were doubt cast as to "what truly happened".

In the beginning, there was Thursday, and for the next forty years, there were Thursdays. Always Thursdays were important and many times different; quiet and hectic; worry-free and troublesome, but always promising and so close to the weekend.

Saab no longer will be an item of consideration but an asterisk of history. It will no longer be remembered as “being born from Jets” but will be recalled as the three-cylinder failure of the ’70s. Changes occur, many are left with a depreciated new auto and many are truly left on the scrap heap of society. Where would one rather be? I choose to drive the Saab and try to assist the discards in society.

Centuries ago many, from children to English nobles, marched in the holy fight to the promised land, to bring back the Holy Grail. Now we are engaged in another march, on to Texas to bring back the grail of the most important event in Wisconsin since the "milk wars" of the thirties.

The mechanism of sudden death is ventricular fibrillation, and no cranial flow for over three minutes, so the treatment is recognition, 911 call, and rapid constant chest compressions. I thought of all those features while clearing the intake furnace tubes, coughed a few times-- this should increase coronary flow during exertion, and because you are getting this message, I guess it worked.

This aging is not a quiet process; it is fraught with one significant problem, forgetfulness. To age is to forget; small things, large events, names and faces, events and promised events. To forget to “write it down” and if it is written, just where in the hell was it written, and where is the “book?” There are many steps in memory, and all are forgotten one at a time.