(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is 4'th blog on my journey)

 

The open approach of communication of my cancer began. Family, close friends, business associates, and more were called personally. The goal: to properly inform without a lot of room for conjecture or misinterpretation. And almost immediately the phone started ringing... Call upon call with questions; offers of support; expressed sympathy; similar health challenges; which presidential candidate do we support?; shared pain; and "How are the kids doing?"

Embarrassment at being the center of attention during the first calls turned to bewilderment that so many people took time out from their lives to express concern over ours. And it quickly snowballed - cards, emails, letters, everything short of YouTube. And all this while - Colleen and I were at Froedtert for tests, biopsies, doctor appointments, and a treatment plan and schedule developed. And did I mention I had a real job with real co-workers and a real workload?

And yet the support rolls in.... Somewhere "Up There" they are wondering who this "Walt Guy" suddenly is because they are working OT and straining under the volumes of prayers which have been, are being, and will be said on my behalf. I checked "Up There" to send thank you's and found the prayer bookeeping a little lax. I would have to pay a small fee via PayPal to get these records...sigh....

On the personal front, I am emotionally bouyed by the sheer numbers of families who have pledged positive thoughts to our family. Early on, one could sense these uplifting messages comforted both myself and, more importantly, my family. We shared with our kids. We downloaded and printed every supportive email. We read and re-read every card.

My wife asked me not to bring this up, but a group of our closest friends even threw a Cancer (Recovery) Party - in advance! In addition, my dentist, Dr. Dennis Abere, his wife, (one of the nicest couples - in the world!) and his staff sent cards, and special mouth and dental treatments to minimize the radiation and chemo effects.

I am literally blessed by this outpouring from our friends and this Waukesha Community. My cancer is, unfortunately,affecting the family right now. The support, prayers, and kind thoughts of many have had a huge impact on us.

Who could lose with this many determined supporters (can you tell it's election season?) willing a positive outcome?

 

NEXT: "Let's get on with it...."

(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is 3'rd blog on my journey)

My three children ages 19, 21, and 23 needed to be informed that I had cancer, but they also needed to hear some balance including our plan of attack to work towards a high cure rate. As parents, we all know the universal challenge of "selective hearing" with our kids. Ask them face-to-face to do a chore, and you might get an acknowledging grunt. Whisper to your wife from 2 rooms away that you are thinking of a Mexico Vacation, and the kids will immediately yell which weeks work best for their schedule... 

Our oldest was home, and the 2 younger are away at UW LaCrosse. How awful...how emotionally gut-wrenching to have to break news like this over a phone, but to wait would have only forestalled the inevitable. We arranged a speaker-phone conversation for Monday when Kelly, our oldest, would be back from a long weekend getaway. I rehearsed, rehearsed, and dreaded the call. I really had no "spin" - it would be "just the facts", with emphasis on the probability of a cure. This mental rehearsal also became the basis for how Colleen and I would communicate this to others moving forward. The only benefit to having to wait for Monday was that I was still grappling with my personal desire to let people know while allaying their concerns. The plan became obvious - Tell the full truth. My business sense took over - People just "know" when you believe what you are telling them, and they also can tell when a "snow-job" is being attempted.

We called - I spoke  calmly - the kid's reactions were as varied as their personalities - and my heart sank. One "too" quiet and two softly crying. One angry and another in denial. And one became withdrawn from the conversation...My hopes for some meaningful discourse on the subject - gone! But was I really surprised? I'm their "Dad", and by their definition - I am to be strong, in-charge, invulnerable, and funny. Instead - they heard "Cancer...wounded and concerned". But over the next days and weeks they dealt with this taboo subject in their individualized ways. They needed to see Colleen and I were continuing normal living (OK - Add about a few dozen doctors appointments in there). ...And it was right there - they were absorbing subtle cues from us! Our positive "Let's get on with the "Cure" approach was rubbing off and paying dividends with the younger Walts. That is gratifying and the best news I could have received.

And the "These are the facts" approach to conveying the message of cancer continues with my friends, associates, family, and others. All I ask is:

"During our conversation you will hear the word Cancer - please... please also hear the words Treatment and Cure!"

 

NEXT: Unbelievable and unexpected support...

(Note: On September 5th, 2008, I was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Tongue Cancer - Stage 4. Following is 2nd blog on my journey)

 

My wife, Colleen, and I left the doctor's office very quietly - she with her thoughts, me with mine. While driving home, I worked to create a superficial conversation centered on the few "positives" I believed Dr. Campbell had given us:

"It can be cured; it would have been Stage 3 if the mass was slightly smaller; you are otherwise in good health; it will be a combo of radiation and chemo; Froedtert has an excellent team:..." were a few of the comments recalled. My wife - the nurse, was silent. It was obvious her experience in dealing with worse-case scenarios was dictating her thought processes right then. And the car went quiet as I respected her need to internally think her husband's cancer through. Switching to a classic rock station didn't seem quite appropriate about then. And I was now alone with my thoughts...

"How do I communicate this with others when I don't fully understand nor have I absorbed the news delivered an hour before? Where do I resource good internet information on this cancer? Who do I call and in what order? How do I package the message to minimize the obvious concern which will be directed to our family? How am I with cancer?....And What/when/and how does this message get conveyed to my 3 kids ages 19 - 23?"

During the next day, independent calls were made to several trusted friends with medical resources. First - Who is the preeminent doctor for this somewhat rare, 3% of the cancer population, cancer? Second - What should we additionally be asking and is Froedtert the place? Third - Does Froedtert have a machine with IMRT (Intensity modulated radiation therapy) radiation capabilities? The answers were unanimous: Get Dr. Bruce Campbell (He diagnosed the cancer!) - Froedtert is the place and we now had many questions ready for them - Froedtert has a brand new IMRT linear accelerator which maximizes radiation with pinpoint, sub-millimeter precision to minimize damage to surrounding tissue.

I had frank discourse with Colleen on my desire to aggressively take on whatever treatment options were available, and my reliance on her to understand and interpret the myriad of medical terms, phrasings, etc to come. (Somehow I didn't feel my construction-related job experiences were good prep courses for the nuances of Latin medical terminology)  The different possibilities surrounding the "What, When, and How do I tell people ranging from family to friends to business associates to casual acquaintances of this challenge?" were winnowed to being open, honest, and factual without self pity (Too late - I already have the disease) nor emotion (Let's get on, now, to a "Cure"). The sooner this moving-forward message could be personally delivered in this fashion, the better the hope to reduce concern from others (Most people have issues/challenges of their own and really don't need another cause for worry). 

And suddenly I honestly felt better! We were not being totally reactive to the news of Cancer - we were now doing something productive and positive! We were looking ahead instead of hand-wringing and indulging the "what-ifs" of the prior day. Our paths of informed decision-making and self-advocacy were being mapped out.

The disease cancer, and the treatment towards a cure for my tongue cancer might control our short-term schedule, but it was not going to rule my life!

 

NEXT: Delivering the message... and more tests

 At 1:45 PM on Friday September 5th, 2008, my future changed.

Actually, my future had been altered sometime earlier this year. I noticed a small lump on the left side of my neck. Being 55, I have gotten used to the bumps, lumps, and irregularities which accompany  the aging process. As Summer wound down, I visited my long-respected Dr. Dan Thompson for a routine physical...and a check of the now growing, disregarded bump. He ordered CT scans which showed "some mass - probably a cyst". Dr. Dan suggested Dr Bruce Campbell, a Director of Head and Neck Surgical Oncology at Froedtert Hospital.

Prior to our appointment at Froedtert, my wife Colleen - R.N., researched cysts. Working on this assumption, we were both dismayed to realize I was probably going to have a small scar just under my chin from the day surgery needed to remove the cyst. 2 days later we were at Froedtert for our quick in-and-out visit.

Dr. Campbell is the consummate professional. He was on time, thorough, and asked basic background. He did a routine mouth and throat exam, reviewed the CT screens and than brought out a laryngoscope to get a better view of my lower throat through my nose! This scope has a long "tendril-like" black hose with a bright lght and Hi-Def camera at the end. It films the journey downward (sound like a Disney reality ride?). Up the nose and down the throat it went with my wife and the good doctor watching the computer screen - I had my mouth open, eyes closed tightly, and breathed quite carefully. 

I sensed a subtle difference in the room as the tube snaked down...down...down. And then...the tube was retracted and I relaxed. Dr. Campbell suggested we watch the film while he explained what we were looking at. Way back and way down, at the base of the tongue, there was a "sore" and a golf-ball sized (1 1/4" diameter) "mass" - the obvious cyst I would have removed. My wife started weeping quietly and, to lessen the obvious tension and now believing the cyst scar would be bigger than expected, I asked Dr. Campbell to switch the computer to ch 30, ESPN for the Brewers Game...

"Mr. Walt, you have a Squamous Cell, Stage 4, Tongue Cancer..." "There is a tumor on the base of your tongue and it has spread to the adjacent cervical nodes(hence - the 1 1/4" lump)"

That room got very hot almost instantaneously, and perspiration flowed freely from my forehead. "It can be treated with radiation and chemotherapy..." My comprehension skills were dimming when I realized how Colleen had to be feeling and how much I needed to support her right then and there. She had just left a challenging healthcare meeting concerning her father to join me at Froedtert...and now her husband has "Cancer - Stage 4!"  That's more than most families should deal with in a decade, much less 2 hours apart. My "Head of the Family" instincts kicked-in and I asked about cure rates, types of and duration of treatments, could it be something-anything else?

It's amazing how one thinks in different planes during extreme moments of challenge. "How do I approach this with my kids, friends, co-workers, and business associates?" "How come I don't physically feel different with Cancer vs without?" "Why did this have to add to Colleen's concern for her Dad - and why now?" "Do I trust Dr. Campbell or do I need a second opinion?' "Now that I have Cancer, how quickly can we move forward with treatment?" These thoughts and hundreds more flew through my head while the doctor asked for additional in-depth medical history. My mind was racing..."I want to see my kids' weddings; I want to hold grandchildren; I want to be a part of my wife's life for years to come;  I don't want people worrying about me; This was not supposed to happen now; I need to be an exemplary strong patient; Why am I not afraid?; I absolutely insist on maintaining a sense of humor; I don't want to be a burden to my family; my kids and Colleen will take their cues from me..." And the doctor's questions continued...

And on that day, and I don't know or question why, there is one thought which never entered my mind - "Why me?"

It can only be rationalized as how blessed I must be to have this many people who mean so much to me... 

 

NEXT: Colleen and me - Alone... 

Waukesha is a community of caring and giving. One would be hard-pressed to find a community equal to ours where the outpouring of generosity and volunteerism is omnipresent. Often, the same individuals and companies give...and give...and give.

My work on and with several area boards allows me to interact with many concerned, involved citizens. Many of these people serve on more than 1 board at a time. While some might be motivated by networking, most donate their time, ideas, and energies as a means of giving-back. Most never look for thanks or recognition.

In that vein - Is there someone/anyone who has volunteered more time on local boards than Terry Sutter? A transplant from Shorewood (Whitefish Bay?) sometime in the distant past, Terry has either met, dined with, helped bank, served with, volunteered at, or just generally been a part of so many groups and functions that I use him as my personal "White Pages" when contact is needed with someone.

Unquestionably his original involvement started with the intent of expanding his contacts for his chosen banking profession. Years passed and...something happened! He went from being a superficial "glad-hander" who viewed every new contact as another depositor/borrower to a diligent, knowledgeable Board member who just happened to be in banking. I honestly believe this transformation was almost a "Scrooge/Tiny Tim moment" as Terry sensed the satisfaction which comes from meaningful volunteerism.  

And, unbeknownst to many, while Terry was giving back to others in need, his own family had pressing needs - his wife struggled for many years with Alzheimer's. Terry was her principal care-giver at home. Alzheimer's is incredibly mean-spirited: it takes away wonderful minds while leaving the physical shell as a grim reminder of it's "visit". There is no break - no magic pill - no cure. Just an inexorable march to an emotionally-draining finish. And the "journey" for family and friends can be solitary, gut-wrenching and exhaustive. During this time, Terry's devotion and service to his wife was unwavering...yet he found a balance in his life with his Community service.

So you ask - Why single Terry Sutter out when there are countless others also deserving of recognition? 

Because he is the real deal and can serve as a model for others. Sure, he is still in banking, and yes, he might, at a volunteer function, still trip into some networking opportunity (and for these rare occasions, his partner Sandy handles details that Terry would probably miss...). Regardless - his experience and input are invaluable. And as years pass, I have come to respect and admire his dedication to Waukesha - his adopted homeland. His input is felt and respected at many levels.

In short - Don't be fooled by his almost curmudgeonly demeanour: it masks a quiet presence. A presence which is emblematic of the moral fabric of our Community.     

Gas at $4.15/gallon. Utility bills skyrocketing while they lobby for increases. Grocery bills which climb, noticeably, on a weekly basis. Flooding which impacted tens of thousands in SE Wisconsin and which will strain State budgets in the coming year(s). GM announces eventual closure of Janesville plant. "Upside-down" in one's mortgage is a phrase many now understand. Iraq. Midwest Airlines struggles in the fight of its' life to stay aloft. Lake Delton disappears in a couple hours. A continuing weather cycle which started early December and continues to plague us with storms of greater than normal intensity seemingly every 4-7 days. 401K plans never were designed for today's economic climate  And now...Mosquitos!!

Where are the lessons to be learned from this? We don't and can't control many of the above. In fact, we can go to our backyards and scream in unison and futility over the myriad of challenges we now face - and no one will listen. Lives are being changed - most not for the better. Charities are feeling the pinch of re-directed funds and many programs for those in need will go underfunded. Where is any silver lining in this?

Unfortunately many of us will not come through the next few years unscathed. Retirements will be deferred. Many will put themselves at personal and financial risk by going without expensive health care coverage. Homes in default will be taken back by lenders. People - real people, will be impacted negatively. And following is the best I can come up with...

Today's younger generation, many of them, have not experienced having to accept "no" in their lives. As guilty as anyone, I have worked diligently to ensure my kids had comforts I never dreamed of as a child growing up. I, like many of my peers, felt proud to be able to get our children "the latest, greatest whatever", and we often went to extremes (remember the hunt for Cabbage Patch Babies, Tickle Me Elmo, Beanie Babies, X-Box, and many more?) to "prove our love" for them. Don't like your ACT score? No problem - Let me get you the Cd and the on line study guide and you can take it again and again until your score gets you into the "preferred" college.

This generation is feeling the pain right now. Many are just starting out and have precarious mortgage situations where they cannot pay more for incidentals. Many are trying to save for their first home, but savings are being compromised by fuel and utility expenses as well as increasing rents. Is it possible they will, like generations before them, get through? Of course! But will they learn from the challenges being flung their way? I can only hope so.

I am 55, and my first mortgage in the early '80's was at a fixed rate of 13%. And that was an FHA loan with insurance - a virtual steal back than if you could get it. As a result, I became very rate conscious and much more "home-savvy". Rates dropped and things worked out...and I was smarter for the experience.

Bad news is upon us daily like a plague. However, there are still many wonderful things in my life - Family, friends, and job. Despite the apparently never-ending saga of bad news on the outside, I choose to believe that "Today's Pain" will be "Tomorrow's Gain" - albeit for the next generation. 

Let's hope I'm right and something good does indeed come out of this mess. 

Recently State Rep. Scott Newcomer wrote a guest opinion in another publication which was titled:  "Wisconsin’s school systems should teach money management."  Scott used April, which is recognized as Financial Literacy Awareness Month, as the springboard highlighting the need to raise financial understanding through the school systems.

Well written, his column acknowledges the need for (and lack of)  parental advice in these matters. It goes on to state "less than half of college students polled said their parents made a conscientious effort to teach them.I find it inconceivable that such a vital topic is left out of the school system and placed solely in the hands of the public. As parents, many of us often times find ourselves puzzled by the task of assisting in our children’s math or science homework. Despite this truth, the majority of college students cite parents as their primary source of information on money management, yet less than a quarter of them feel prepared for the financial challenges awaiting them. This illustrates the fact that additional education from schools is needed in order to improve the quality of the information flowing in the public sphere."   "...I feel that each individual school district, if it is not already doing so, should strive to implement financial education requirements."

Please stop there!   Yes!  -  Yes!  -   NO!

YES - Rep. Newcomer is correct that there is a need for better understanding of financial matters for our youth. Issues grow more complex daily and the financial challenges and machinations facing this generation are significant. Simply - there is much to learn and little done about it.

YES - Rep. Newcomer is correct in calling attention to the frustrating stats which reflect that only a minority of college students feel prepared for the oncoming financial challenges. The grim realities are that parents do not have a "warm and fuzzy" when working with their own children in these areas. The best teaching tools would be a family's own finances, but many parents truly do not want their offspring delving too deep into their checkbook, investments, credit card obligations, etc.. No further explanation is needed for most parents...

 NO! - Rep. Newcomer is absolutely incorrect in his thoughts that each school district should strive  to implement financial requirements! While I totally agree on the need for basic training in finances, I challenge Rep. Newcomer on where the responsibility lies. Every news publication in this State has weekly articles, stories, letters to the editor, and more which bring into laser-like focus the core issue - The State Education System is broke! The current funding formula demands cuts and improvisations to school budgets across the State!  Waukesha has been particularly hard-hit for many years, and there are no "Bright Tomorrows" on the horizon here.

The breakdown between Scott and myself occurs because... These Districts cannot currently fund the State mandates for education! The very last thing on the agenda for most districts these days is adding curriculum at additional costs. Heck - I favor many areas where I believe education in the early years will pay dividends for our youth for years to come: Renewed second language emphasis; expanded tech-ed offerings (the building trades are worried about the coming years); basic home computer maintenance; career planning; current world politics; and the list goes on...

The chasm in thought processes between us is succinctly demonstrative of the issues we as constituents and voters face with many of our State representatives. Unfunded State mandates to school districts are a major contributing factor to many school budget dilemmas. Now we have, in a very deft pen-stroke, a local State Rep doing more of the same. His identification of the need is good: His avoidance of taking a leadership position at the State level to get it fixed is sad. And finally, his "challenge" to the Districts to implement these courses is a classic "Red Herring"  technique of misdirection...

Truly, we deserve (and desperately need) better from our local elected officials in Madison. Maybe early "Financial Literacy" classes would have helped them...

Today I read about Waukesha Mayor Larry Nelson delivering his version of a "State of the Union" address to the Common Council. Basically a recap of his first two years serving as Mayor, his presentation covered many of the positive developments which occurred during this time frame.

This occasion pushes the question: Should "Mayor Larry" be judged by his own assessment, or should public and media comments singlehandedly frame our opinions? 

The Mayor has unquestionably been tremendous fodder for the local media. From his footwear choices, to travels which invariably conflict with some meetings, to unabashedly wearing his Democratic loyalties on his (short) shirt sleeves, Mayor Larry has certainly taken his share of criticisms from many corners. Ok...Maybe it wasn't politically expedient being photographed at an Obama rally with your new Administrator in tow - during normal working hours. Why - he even had the audacity to try to protect the budgets of several Waukesha municipal services from cuts in this era of "taxation hell!" 

On the flip side - Go to most established community charity fund-raisers; The Mayor will usually be there lending support. Walk through Downtown during an Arts Crawl - Larry will be talking to anyone who will listen. Need to add "gravitas" in getting a new local event off the ground? Ask Mayor Nelson for his help and he will step to the plate whether speaking or just attending. When Waukesha needed decisive action on the critical "water" issue, Mayor Larry was in Madison lending his support, and then took a couple days of intense politically-driven media poundings for taking a stand... When the ugly realities of education funding rears its' (to some) ugly head, the Mayor will flat-out come forward and reiterate the value of a quality educational product within one's Community.

QUICK!  How many cities were named as "One of the 2008 100 Best Communities for Young People in the United States" by America's Promise Alliance? For the second consecutive year? The answer: Only Waukesha in SE Wisconsin! And Waukesha Mayor Nelson was there proudly beating the drums to garner attention for the Community.

HERE'S ONE!  Name the last higher-ranking public official who will return phone calls and emails, and then go on, albeit interminably at times, about the great things occurring in Waukesha - The (trick) answer? Both Mayor Nelson and his predecessor Mayor Carol Lombardi. Interestingly, he will even ask your opinion on local issues...

It's obvious Larry Nelson enjoys being Mayor. He also truly believes the role of mayor extends far beyond presiding over Common Council meetings. His unflagging support for all things "Waukesha" is demonstrated on a daily basis. Is the Mayor outspoken on many issues? YES!! Does he bring that same frank and earnest approach to the public table on behalf of Waukesha? YES!! Will he continue ruffling feathers? YES!! And will he maintain that unmistakable air of individuality during his tenure? YES!!

Mayor Larry Nelson will walk the path he believes in. With over 50,000 people in this Community, I am sure he will find someone who disagrees with almost every single thing he says or does. His persona will continue to draw attention to any gaffes - large or small. But his heart belongs to the City...and one must respect that.

I held reservations about "Larry as Mayor"... I still harbor suspicions about his "Crocs" footwear (or whatever those things are...). Waukesha is a fiercely proud, individualistic, political, diverse Community. Why would you want your mayor to be any different?

"It's not over till the fat lady sings..."

This winter past is a reminder that we do indeed live in Wisconsin. Several of the most recent winters often arrived late; brought out snowblowers only 2-4 times; and left early. Having had between 9' and 10' of snow, many of us are crying "Uncle".

Regardless of how I personally feel, there are many who have benefited from the white plague above. Start with the dedicated plow drivers who kept their equipment running and streets clear against long odds. Their well-earned OT preceded the wonderful tax season. And when they collect OT, the State is there ready to collect taxes on the extra income. And as long as we are in a tax-paying mood - peruse your gas pumps for how much more petrol was used plowing and how much we pay in gas taxes. The State thanks you, the plow drivers thank you, salt companies really thank you.

Auto body shops? Full for weeks to come. Car part vendors are having a banner year and...more wages with more State taxes. Small appliance repair shops fixed snowblowers and never gave much thought to lawn mowers. Windshield fluid companies had to invest in more blue dye because we all know spraying snowy and icy windshields is faster than a defroster. The company that makes the reflectors tarred onto our highways will be filling replacement orders for the ones who fell victim to constant plowing.

Other (unintended) profiteers? - Chiropractors with long lines of "shovel-backs" waiting to get in; replacement mailbox manufacturers; landscapers waiting to fix lawn-scarring from the municipal plows; TV weather-people who get more air-time than national or local news reporting; roofers contending with ice dams, and many more.

Me? I am screaming "Uncle"!! ...Enough!!  Give me the dull grey-green of an emergent lawn. Let me switch garage places between snowblower and lawn mower.Allow us the pleasure of driving without a constant coating of road spray. Who do we call to explain we are sorry and won't do whatever it is we did wrong to get this much snow?

I just checked again and...no... the "Fat Lady" isn't singing - she's at her real estate agent's office and looking at cheap Florida housing.  

     

POLITICAL:

Are the Democratic and Republican presidential candidates collecting money, re-grouping, and catching a spirited 2'nd wind for the home stretch? (Or has everyone, including the press, lost complete interest because they all are starting to sound the same?)

When will someone explain why being "Tough on Crime?" is so vitally important in the Gableman vs Butler Supreme Court election? (And no..."just because" doesn't work for me)

Why has Waukesha Mayor Larry Nelson (a declared Democrat) suddenly become a lightning rod for Republican criticism? (Is it possible the GOP finally added up presidential primary results in Waukesha and realized Democrat votes far outnumbered the Republican faithful?)

COMMUNITY:

Waukesha School Superintendent David Schmidt is retiring. There will be a "send-off" luncheon at the Country Springs Hotel on April 10'th. Co-sponsored by the Waukesha Education Foundation and the Waukesha Chamber of Commerce, there are more groups offering plaudits than time available for speakers. A nice tribute to a man who will be missed. Call the Chamber for details @ 262-542-4249.

Retired Waukesha North Marching Band Director Jim Doepke remains active during retirement. He has announced his desire to play the National Anthem on the trumpet at all Major League Ballparks. Commissioner Bud Selig has endorsed this and we wish Jim the very best!

Kudos to the various Departments of Public Works who kept the streets clear this winter. Let's try to remember the costs connected with this year when their budgets are blown by the end of the third quarter.

We in Waukesha will all feel the loss of Senior Journal Sentinel Editor Bruce Gill who passed away at the young age of 56. He was instrumental in bringing the Waukesha Bureau the resources to showcase the goings-on in our Community. He will be remembered as a class act.

FAMILY:   

Upcoming trip to Mexico with four families holds promise of relaxation, sun, warmth, friendship, and many memories for the upcoming year. (Why do "Dirty Monkeys" and "Miami Vice" beverages only taste good in warm climates?)

Spring Fever has gripped our family. How long before the ice is gone from Okauchee Lake??

 

Are we really to be defined by an overly-simplified classification of "Republican or Democrat?"

Is it fair that we should be pigeon-holed into a broad political party's platform even if we don't agree with its' entirety?

With politics front and center in Wisconsin, particularly in Waukesha, should we judge new acquaintances this simplistically?

The political pundits in the media spew on the daily happenings and offer not-so-brilliant comments, always in retrospect, about what occurred while forecasting (about as well as TV meteorologists...) the next day of campaigns.

Local and national political columnists earn their paychecks writing narrowly-defined articles which almost completely avoid facts with the sole intent of keeping themselves employed. They treat us as "ignorants" with no memory nor ability to delineate fact from fiction! These columnists are intolerant, by design, of anything evenly remotely distracting from their job of delivering the message their employers hired them to deliver. Remember - unlike these blogs, this is their job that pays their mortgages and/or rent. Their "mission" - Be controversial to attract readers which ultimately attracts advertisers... Facts? They are secondary... 

I will keep an open mind this election season (and it is going to be a loooong season...). I don't need to tune to talk-radio because they are no longer new and fresh, and 5 minutes of any of their shows is enough to know where they stand and who they support. Once the Democrats make their selection, the columnists will strengthen their footholds on boredom and their own party-speak. Phone-canvassing and mailings will be plentiful. Election year TV ads will resemble Super Bowl ads - I'm awaiting dancing geckos swaying to "Thriller" while background banners tout John McCain. Or the "Republican" Dalmatian jumping onto the "Republican"  Campaign tour bus while Clydesdales amble up to polling booths discussing their choices.

Regardless of what happens during the many election months ahead, I will concentrate on avoiding political no-chance-of-winning arguments with friends, acquaintances, co-workers, and even family members. My heart will be warmed by the millions of dollars pumped into the economy in advertising; pulp plants in Northern Wisconsin will adjust their production to meet increased demands for handouts, flyers, and mailers; petroleum companies will raise prices (and profits) as a result of candidates criss-crossing the country via gas-guzzling planes, trains, and automobiles;and ultimately almost half of this Country's voters (maybe more??) will be disappointed and disheartened this coming November.  

Heck - why do we need rebates to stimulate the economy? Just have Presidential elections every two years instead of four.

Folks - Keep your sanity. Read the papers the weekend before the election and just vote for whoever the papers say is going to win. Remember: When they win - you win!     

This is the time of year to reflect, and a time to prioritize the important things in one's life. It's also the perfect opportunity to appreciate and respect how many positive things happen around us in the Waukesha area. Things may not be perfect here, but the positives far outweigh the negatives. Stay focused on these positives in 2008 - It's a better place to expend your energies. 

On behalf of myself and my family, we wish a Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday Season to all!

This is bordering on the absurd...

I am already tired of the snow and the weather prognosticators this winter!

Truly I enjoy winter and the typical "fun" snowfalls - Who doesn't? You get a couple inches, shovel it, and the drab grey landscape is replaced with a brilliant white blanket on the lawns, roofs and trees. You can drive on it with some confidence until the plows clear it out. And you don't have a weather-forecaster induced nervous breakdown awaiting "certain death and destruction!"

However...Is there another profession where you can be so very, very wrong so very, very often? Imagine - you absolutely "blow" that big sales presentation...You either lose the sale or you miss something in your bid making it the biggest "loser" in your company's history. No problem - the next day you come in all cheery and, instead of getting on your knees and begging to keep your job, you smile and cheerfully explain-away your gaffe! In the real world, this just doesn't happen. In the world of weather, this is the norm.

Fast-forward to the entertainment-driven world of meteorologists (with style and fashion consultants in tow), where being wrong in your forecast is just another thing to smile and talk about the next day. Six-figure salaries, consultants who couldn't make it "on the air", millions of dollars in officious-sounding equipment (Storm-Tracking, Doppler-sensing, fall colour, morning rain projecting radars), and more time in a 1/2 hour telecast than the news...we truly are a shallow society.

How many seniors suffer angst worrying they will be without power until Spring? How many house-bound people are concerned they will run out of food before they get dug out in February? How many parents spend hours on the phones working out alternate plans of baby-sitting because "the big one" is around the corner? How many businesses suffer financially because people aren't shopping (they're cowering in their homes peeking skyward every 3-5 minutes), yet the business owner is staffed for a typical day? Or the employees take a "hit" because they have been told to stay home in anticipation of pending doom from the sky?  

And yet we will be glued to the 10:00 news waiting to hear "what happened" while eagerly awaiting our favorite weatherperson/meteorologists' next dose of drivel. We will be watching them stand outside in storms to tell us "There's snow coming down as we speak..."  I guess they feel we won't believe them if they just tell us..

What's left? Not much...The National Weather Service discontinued their usually reliable phone forecasts...The Farmer's Almanac is correct every 23'rd day...Gout warnings don't work for snow...

It's absurd.

Mothers - Tell your kids to forget medicine and the law. Instruct them to practice forensics and get their degree in meteorology!

   

    

A small Christmas tree appeared outside my office this afternoon. 18" tall, it was fairly non-descript. Two or three strands of lights, and I felt the pressures of the afternoon lift ever so slightly. What a nice feeling!

It's the Holiday Season!

My mind drifted from the ever-present emails and blinking voice-mail light. A warm spirit was intruding into my workspace, and I welcomed this much-needed change. I realized that Cindy and Trisha and others were sending their own signals via that tree. When I finally emerged, most had left for the day. The tree lights were uplugged. As I exited, my eyes took notice that other areas in the offices were in the process of holiday transformation as well. The need or desire to decorate had obviously taken hold.

My usual drive home includes an "all-call" home to alert them to my imminent arrival. That time is also spent in review of the day while planning the AM of the next day. The goal? - Purge the workday memories and come home "fresh". Too often, "fresh" is a matter of degrees.

Today's drive was different. I was deeply appreciative others were restoring a balance to the workday madness of late. Tomorrow loomed brighter. The day's reflections were solely centered on my memories of Christmases past. I think I surprised my wife by getting a few chores done willingly. There was enough energy left to write this blog!

That little ol' 18" tree really had an impact!

Now I can't wait for the personalized Christmas stockings with the surprise daily treats in them...

 

When you think steak - Do you immediately think Mo's, Coerper's 5 O'Clock, Butch's, Eddie Martini's, Flemings, or Mr. B's ?  

Recently, Mr Rob Brunero, a business friend from England, visited our company. When questioned as to his thoughts for dining out, he immediately said "I'd like a good steak ye' know?" We had already provided the local color tour including the Lakefront, Marquette University, Downtown Milwaukee, and the Brookfield - Waukesha area. My wife Colleen piped in with going to Palmer's Steak House for dinner. We agreed.

Located in downtown Hartland, Palmer's inhabits, since 2006, what many remember as the old Cobblestone Inn. The drive out was nice as Rob was able to sample the open lake country spaces. Upon arrival, we were pleasantly greeted and seated on-time with our reservations. Mr. Brunero asked the waitress for her "steak" advice and her no-hesitation response was "The bone-in ribeye!"

Leaving a full review to the "Experts", I will summarize our dinner - "Absolutely Fantastic!". Our guest was, as he said, "Suitably pleased ye' know", and my wife and I knew we had won twice. We too had a great dining experience, and we had satisfied our international guest's "need for beef".

The Owners, Jerry Arenas and his lovely wife Marie, have a long history of serving-up great meals, particularly steaks, at prior locations including Steakhouse 100 and The Porterhouse. All of their efforts are now centered on Palmer's and the results show. Both Jerry (he came out of the kitchen and off of the grill...) and Marie stopped and chatted during our stay. Rob really enjoyed their sincerity and personal interaction. We all felt very "special" at that moment.

Many, many, many years ago, when Jerry was a cook at the Rafters, he and I worked together briefly. I remembered him as one of the nicest people and he remains that to this day. Marie is warm, engaging, and takes a personal interest and care in your dining experience. Their pride of ownership shines through! With the ongoing evolution from family-run to corporately-owned restaurants occurring (not that a chain restaurant can't serve a great dinner...) it is refreshing to support and enjoy the entire dining experience at a family-owned and run location.  

Running a great restaurant continues to be a daunting task. Follow the news and we have all witnessed the demise of many landmark dining establishments. The Milwaukee area is fortunate to have a selection of great "steak" restaurants that continue to cater to the "beefeating carnivores" walking in our midst. With Jerry and Marie Arenas's Palmer's Steak House offering of their Signature Steak - the Bone-in Ribeye, Waukesha's choices just got better!

Our guest from England, Mr. Brunero, summed it up perfectly: "Phenomenal!!"

 

 

   

This blog recently provided a look at the early morning life at the Wisconsin Athletic Club – Waukesha. The rich diversity of personalities present in the wee hours of the mornings often makes this club feel like a friendly, convivial frat house.

But, ominously, there are others…

Conspicuously absent from my tale was a specific section in the front of the club; a glassed-in, partitioned area bearing striking similarity to exhibits at the Milwaukee County Zoo. An area so “removed” from the haunts of normal humanity that they must bring out their own “tools of pleasure” from a secret storage room. An enclave so weirdly private that the area has been soundproofed (almost) against prying ears. It’s an assembly of jacked-up, caffeinated, screeching, sweating, bouncing, twisting, turning, dedicated individuals challenging those “outside the walls” to join them in some weird, trancelike mayhem.

Meet the WAC Precision Dance Team!

The Team is led/threatened by Deb. Obviously possessing a militaristic background, Deb emits primitive sounds of “encouragement” (threats?) that are so guttural and primordial that her minions are compelled to follow lest they suffer her wrath. Her bright smile masks a very sick sadistic approach to modern “dance”. And speaking of Dance Team minions, it would be prudent to start with the "minionisty” of the bunch – Steve. Blessed with a natural, structurally-built frame perfect for rugby, Steve keeps this oxygen-deprived room giggling with light humor during their "performances". He also acts as the enforcer for this “clan” against the occasional outside heckler who dares to question “What the heck is going on in there?!” In addition, it’s crucial to mention the Aaron/Todd team. Steadfast in their devotion to the trendiest of music including Wham! and Culture Club, Aaron/Todd are almost interchangeable. In fact, the culture within this fortress-like area allows for the Aaron/Todd Team to have their own tribe (think Jim Jones) of idolizers including Jackie, Arlene, Kari, Lynn, and Kim.

Usually ignored/avoided by the balance of the early morning group at the Club because we tend to ignore that which we don’t understand, these “dance-steppers” flaunt their superior sense of rhythm and style. In addition, this merry band of Kool-Aid drinkers has a mean sense of humor…For (their own) amusement, a Team member will sometimes sneak in early and wax/polish the wood floor in an irregular pattern! Wow! Or…We’ve witnessed John Stemper (a tribal elder) distract Deb with his own cries of anguish which throws the entire class’s cadence off. Heady stuff!! And then there’s Bill…”One-hop” Bill…”Poor Choice” Bill… Bill who tries to bridge the social gap between “The Team” and the rest of the club…This is “Bill who was goaded into complete acts of selfless sacrifice by his Team compadres for their own humor”. Yep, there’s Bill who, by his own admission, would dance-step to Neil Diamond for hours on end
…Sad – so very, very sad…

In conclusion, the WAC Club obviously has a “diversity” to broaden its appeal. From the warm, engaging, stimulating humor and banter of the “regulars” to the sick, jaded, glassy-eyed stares of Deb’s Dancers, there is something for (almost) everyone. Feel free to stop in early – very early, some weekday morning and find out for yourself.

So how does a place, an event, an organization, a person, A Dummy get into these blogs?

This (Jay’s Blog) incredibly valuable space on WaukeshaNow.com must maximize its’ appeal to reach the broadest audience in an attention-grabbing manner. Careful consideration is given; options reviewed; and topics tested to guard against offending (most) people. …Or… send something/anything in and I will probably act on it. Having said that, I received the following email from a very talented local entertainer/ entrepreneur – Mr. Dale Brown:

”A few weeks ago I received a letter from my second grade teacher who now lives in KY. (I went to grade school in Whitewater) She saw me on the Today Show and somehow, after many calls to friends in WI she managed to track me down. She wrote to tell me that she will be 90 in November and wanted to know if I’d consider doing a show for her birthday in a historic refurbished theatre where she lives in Marion, KY.

I wrote back and said if the theatre could cover expenses, I’d be happy to do a special show for her birthday. I got a call from her and she was so excited I thought she was going to have a heart attack while we were on the phone. So I talked with the president of the board of directors of Fohs Hall and the board met to discuss my offer. I got a call today to tell me that they’ve found an underwriter for my expenses and that they want to hire me for Nov. 10th. The show will be open to the public but we’ll give special recognition to my second grade teacher who will be there with her family to celebrate her 90th birthday. What a fun story!

If we only had a local newspaper that saw any value in human interest stories.”

Dale - while this isn’t quite “the Front Page”, it is the “opening Page” of the Waukesha area of the Journal/Sentinel’s online info vehicle. …”Hmmmm, I wonder if they read their own pages…”

For everyone else: Dale is talented, witty, a local business owner (and employer), really good looking(oops – sorry Dale…) and a Nationally-recognized ventriloquism talent. In addition, Dale is a tremendous asset to, and Board Member on the Waukesha Education Foundation.

Aren’t you wondering what Dale did to this poor teacher over 50 years ago that she would remember him now?

A Fr. Leonard Barbian ”bobblehead” doll?

St. William’s Parish in Waukesha is a warm, caring Catholic congregation. For several years now, Fr. Leonard Barbian has served as Pastor and a steadying, guiding influence to over 2,500 Waukesha families.

Our family moved to this Parish in 2000. The youth program had an energy and commitment which brought our family in. Early on, it was refreshing to experience the “banter” between Fr. Leonard and his then-young protégé – Father Mark Payne.

Let’s take a step back…Fr. Leonard was raised in West Allis and brings a candor and light sense of humor which is enjoyed by all ages. His good nature often belies the experience he has gained through a lifetime of service to our local Archdiocese. He relates to all, and has that very rare ability in conversation to make you feel that you are, at that time, the most important person in his life.

Back in 2000, Fr. Mark was a young, earnest, almost naïve (in a good way!) priest commissioned to St. William’s to work with and learn from Father Leonard. Leonard’s years…OK…decades of experience would serve him well as he tutored Fr. Mark in his development. This partnership at the helm of the Parish was serendipitous!

Mutually bound and dedicated to the good of the Parish, both nurtured a wonderful youth ministry program while engendering a loyal, devout following. During this time, Fr. Leonard’s education of Mark could best be described as “mentoring with a grimace and a sigh”. His feigned exasperation at Mark’s verbal miscues would be followed by a warmly humorous “parent to child” type of guiding comment which every parent in the audience could relate to. And…inevitably Mark would take these good-natured ribs and try (and I do mean “try”) to “tweak” Leonard at the next Mass. Again, as parents we could relate to what Mark was attempting – all the while our experience told us the young child rarely, if ever, gets the better of a verbal exchange with their senior. Particularly if that “senior” was someone as sage as Fr. Leonard…

This went on for several years and the Parish was much better for it. In retrospect, the “youth ministry” was occurring at (2) levels: the kids were getting their underpinnings in the Catholic faith while Mark was gaining invaluable experience under the watchful eye of Leonard. A subtle transition also occurred during this time – Mark’s enthusiasm and exuberance were actually keeping Leonard younger and sharper: He could not let his guard down for even an instant for fear that Mark would actually gain traction in his attempts to “win” even a modest victory in their verbal repartee. Interestingly, the genuine sincerity behind their interplay served as a lesson to us all about the values of respect and interest towards each other.


Well…time inexorably carries on; Leonard’s mentoring resulted in Mark eventually ministering to his own Parish, St. Veronica’s in Milwaukee, and Fr. Leonard’s homilies and Masses at St. William’s are still punctuated by his trademark “OkeeDokee…” The Christian spirit and Faith Community continues to be well-served by both of these exemplary, caring, inspirational individuals.

Recently, we parishioners were offered the opportunity to buy a rare, much-coveted, limited production Fr. Leonard “bobblehead” doll. As I look at (and admire!) ours while writing this article, a small part of me can’t help but wonder if Fr. Mark is waiting for one of these to hit Ebay so he can get one for himself. And then, at last, he could get the last word in on Leonard…

Much is written about the burgeoning night-life in Waukesha. Little is written about the early morning risers who also inhabit the same ground.

Specifically, I’m talking about the morning crew at the Wisconsin Athletic Club – Waukesha (WAC). This is a real cross-section sampling of the best (and “not so best”) people you will find prowling Waukesha streets at say…4:30 – 5:00AM !

Start with your stop at the front desk. This has been a real breeding ground for unusual characters: Assuredly you might be slightly “off” if you enjoy getting to work at 3:00AM and being chipper and polite at 4:30AM to customers. Indelible, not-so-pretty images remain of “Rabbit”, Chris, and now Tommy. Unfortunately, their sense of humor towards the “early risers” in designating locker locations includes an all-too-close proximity to one another…

Over the years, the cast has changed often in the early mornings. My workout “partner”, Jim, and I have been going there for over 17 years. The “Gentleman’s Gentleman” – Mr. Dick Price, has been there for most if not all of that time (He was probably already retired when they built the club…) . Dick perpetuates his long-suffering, “working too hard” role while eliciting sympathy form the considerably younger females. Mike, a rookie with “only" a dozen or so years in, joins Jim and myself in pursuit of bad humor and derogatory comments towards other, more “healthy-looking” individuals. Along with John, we were all founding members of the “Fat Boys Club”. Assuredly not one of us has ever appeared in, much less ever been asked to be in a WAC Club promotional ad…

The personalities truly gain diversity when you include Dale, Ron, Ken, Don, Patty, and Kay. Affectionately known as the “Kaffee-Klatschers”, these individuals provide a backdrop for much of the back-biting, sarcastic, judgmental, and light-hearted humor which permeates the “workout” area. Dale often wears earplugs (unwired to any devices that we can see) while smiling and pretending to enjoy the others. Ron and Don always raise the bar of “bad jokes” when least expected. Nurse Patty, who works-out harder than anyone, tries to maintain a sensible air while we “not quite as fit as Patty” types sit on the sidelines and throw jabs at her. Kay, a friend of Patty and recent addition to the club, has her moments of absolutely brilliant sophomoric humor sandwiched between long stretches of “not so brilliant” looks of bewilderment towards the comments surrounding her. And Ken…

Ken is in a league of his own. While structurally sound, Ken maintains a workout pace readily interrupted by even the most casual of glances or comments. Ken has examined every piece of workout equipment to find the best “leaning” spot. He finds no conversation is too trivial; no tee shirt marking too obscure; and no joke too oft-repeated. Ken remains the poster child for "workoutus interruptus” for others.

For sure, there are others rich in personality (while small of brain) who contribute to the wacky spirit of the WAC Early Risers. The only criteria for joining is a complete disregard for common sense while getting-up at a ridiculous hour to enjoy the camaraderie and good cheer of other like-minded individuals. Oh…And the workouts are probably healthy for us…

As Chair of the Waukesha Education Foundation Board of Directors, I process a fair amount of correspondence, work with donors and grant recipients, and look for ways to reach-out to our Community. This week, during the planning for this year’s 3’rd Annual ”Celebration of Excellence”, a letter and plastic sandwich bag of money were handed to me. The letter follows:

Dear Mr. Walt,
My name is Emma Langer. This year I had a yard sale. Caroline (my friend) and I painted rocks, pots, made picture frames, coasters, bracelets, cookies, lemonade, and more! Most of these things were handmade.
I made $46.71 in three days.
Last year I donated my money to Children’s Hospital. This year I want to donate my money to the Waukesha Education Foundation because I wanted the money to go to all the schools. I go to Rose Glen Elementary School… and would like to share with other schools.
Thank you so much for donating to schools throughout Waukesha!
From,
Emma Langer (age 9 – “soon to be 4th grader”)

My reply:

Dear Emma,
Thank you for your fund-raising efforts for your fellow Waukesha students! The money you and your friend Caroline raised will be used wisely to make our schools a “little more special” for someone else.
In addition, both of you should know that your spending important days-off from school this Summer painting rocks, making picture frames, selling lemonade, and other activities have reached out to a “special place” in my heart. Both I and the Waukesha Community are very lucky to have kind, caring, thoughtful, and considerate kids such as yourself and Caroline helping those around you.
Thank you for being so special and reminding many of us that “giving” can come in many forms.
Your friend,
Jay Walt – WEF Board Chair

…We can all learn from Emma and Caroline…