My neighbor Art Hebert throws an amazing end-of-summer party which often includes turning his backyard into an image appropriate for the occasion. In 2005 he welcomed ESPN to Lake Wissota as they covered the Bassmasters tournament. Click on the link above to see a short clip of how the broadcast opened with an aerial shot of Art and Laura’s place.
This is my latest column in the Chippewa Herald.
This isn’t the first time we’ve lived in an age where it’s easier to hurl more insults at the unemployed than to do more to create good-paying jobs.
Good jobs were getting scarce in America’s Rust Belt in the late 1980s. At the old Pabst Brewery in Milwaukee, my job in the human resources department included staffing a small walk-up window where unemployed fathers and mothers would pick up applications for positions unlikely to ever open up.
In the parable about teaching a man to fish instead of giving him a fish, I felt like the guy handing out fishing poles alongside an empty stream. But these job seekers needed to provide proof of a job search, and it worked. In the same way, I could give you a map of Arizona so you could prove you were closer to discovering the Lost Dutchman gold mine.
Unemployed people without a higher education already know or quickly discover that they need better skills to get the jobs that are actually available, but there’s no money to save for an education because there are few jobs that pay more than subsistence wages. The cycle is circular and vicious. Continue reading
Welcome. I’m glad you took the time to visit my public whiteboard! It will, with any luck whatsover, be maintained in the spirit of Edward R. Murrow’s great quote:
“Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn’t mean you are wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.”
There are, of course, some very wise people who occasionally visit the bar… as well as some wise-asses who entertain or annoy. We will denigrate some and celebrate the rest, especially the ones who, by accident or design, contribute the occasional (and perpetually pursued) good idea.