DD #31 -My Introduction to the World of Racing Sausages

When I first was hired by the Brew Crew, I was aware that being a famous racing sausage was one of the jobs I could potentially be scheduled for when I walked into Miller Park, I was a bit surprised to find my name on the rundown sheet next to "Sausage Race - Middle of 6th" on only my second game ever. The excitement I felt when I realized that was overwhelming and the first thing I was moved to do was text my wife, who in turn took a half day to come to the park and cheer me on. I literally cannot even recall what my other jobs were before that fateful race. I do remember stretching, trying on the sausage for the first time, realizing I was lucky enough to get stuck with the sausage that had a broken strap, and completely freaking out about what i was about to do. Being the Polish Sausage, I finished 4th. I do claim ignorance on that lackluster finish. I found out after the race that waving to fans and attempting to high five players as I made the curve was frowned down on and the "race" was a legitimate race.

Dadventures #2 - The Reveal

It seems like every time someone has good news to share, they must come up with a new and creative way of sharing that news. In a social media driven world, the creative opportunities are endless. This makes it easy and hard at the same time. I dealt with this dilemma when I was to reveal the news of my impending fatherhood with my school family. My school family considers me energetic and the "good kind of crazy", so something plain and ordinary wouldn't work, for them or for myself. I knew they would be ecstatic and overjoyed for my family. They knew I couldn't wait to be a father. I am used to being "outnumbered" as a male in an elementary school. It seemed like my school was, let's just say, "fertile." We were all used to hearing good news announcements from female staff members. However, I wanted my announcement to represent my male counterparts well and leave a lasting memory in the minds of my fellow staff members.  I wanted to spread my joy in a way that my school family would be happy for me, yet still represent my quite quirky and easygoing personality. I hope it worked.

DD #30 - Wanna Trade?

Sundays after church, my cousins and I would connect and talk about our plans for the day.  Seemingly every week, this included meeting and doing our usual activities.  Playing video games. . .walking to the creek. . . going to Mayfair. . . .playing basketball or handball . . . hanging out. An important staple of our times together was trading baseball cards.  We would constantly look through each other's collections and make trade after trade, with just as many trade proposals denied as accepted. Trading usually was not a once-a-get together activity.  We usually took breaks with some other of our regular activities before resuming the trading. The excitement and allure of trading was very adrenaline-inducing and always led to a good amount of debate and banter between the participants. We each brought our own collection binders, jam-packed with sleeves of our favorite players and unique cards. Of course, these days included a trip to one of our two local card shops, Capital Collectibles and Sportsworld. We would each bring a few bucks to buy that one special card or a few packs. Either way, whatever was purchased was used as bait for that ever-important next round of trading.

Hiking Journal # 2- Lapham Peak & Hartland

Another weekend gone, but the spring weather made it a fantastic one. Though spring cleaning is a necessity, my family couldn't let all of the sunshine go to waste.

I was able to go on a guided hike with a much more experienced Ice Age Trail hiker on Saturday, exploring a five mile stretch that began at the tower at Lapham Peak state park and wound up at the UW-Waukesha field station.  Besides enjoying the stroll, I was able to get free history lessons on Native American marker trees, a local and abandoned boys detention school, volcanic bedrock, illegal lumber collection, and prairie restoration.  Though I was a bit disheartened to hear this section had been vandalized with stolen benches and graffiti expressing someone's distaste for our current government structure, the beautiful kettle-fed stream and a jaunt along where the Ice Age Trail and Glacial Drumlin state trail come together made it a very worthwhile hike.

Sunday was a family hike day.  I was excited to share a portion of the Hartland segment which I had just discovered the week before. After driving to a wayside connected to the Hartland Ice Age Marsh, the ladies and I took a short but exciting two-mile trek through a marshy section of the trail.  In this section, a scenic overlook named after Wisconsin naturalist Aldo Leopold was highlighted in the Ice Age trail information I use to help me on my hikes.  However, I had a purpose of finishing up a longer stretch on my first trip through this segment, so I avoided really digging into this seemingly standard overlook that was just off the Ice Age trails. Path.  Boy, did I miss out!  My wife and I decided to take a separate path and explore the overlook.  When we did, we noticed that it included several trails within it. Spring had certainly began the awakening process for the native plants and animals that inhabited this marshy conservancy area. We noticed many waterfowl, especially geese, mallards and a pair of sandhill cranes.  We saw the usual mammals and saw some woodpeckers and juncos as well. We were able to cross a bridge over a very peaceful stream and climb to different heights to get various looks at the area from a different perspective.  I am sure we will visit this area again once we get deeper into the season.

In the next week, I'll be looking into how I can help for National Trails Day on June 7th and learn more about the Saunters program, a child-based outdoor education program focusing on nature and the Ice Age Trail.

DD #29 - Like a Good Neighbor. . .

Growing up, my neighbors were an elderly couple who attended my church. As I got a bit older, I found out one snowy night that my services were volunteered by my father to help them with certain tasks.  I was being  babysat by my Uncle Johnny one winter Monday night.  I was enjoying a Monday Night Football game in my warm, cozy house while the snow piled up outside. A call was made and after talking to my neighbor, complaining to my uncle, and figuring out how to confront my dad, I reluctantly went out to shovel and got the ball rolling for what would be over a decade's worth of odd jobs completed for my appreciative neighbors.  Shoveling in winter was expected.  Trimming and mowing in summer a normal task.  Even raking leaves and clearing gutters was manageable. But some of the other chores were a bit unexpected. Reading Readers Digests from cover to cover.  Turning music pages while my neighbor played his piano. Retrieving and sorting the mail. I was never sure what I was going to do when the phone call came, but I was happy to get paid and happy to help out  a neighbor and friend.

DD #28 - Mini Golf

Many evenings during my high school years were spent at various mini golf courses in the area.  Whether it was a stop during a cruise down Highway 100 or a break from a Best Buy/Funcoland shopping excursion, mini golf was a regular event for my crew.  Maybe the allure was the smacktalk that inevitably occurred. Maybe this was our chance to showcase the athletic prowess we all thought we had. Maybe it was a chance to meet girls. Not sure our real motivation, but many dollars and hours were spent visiting different putt putts throughout the Milwaukee area. For all that practice, you'd think we might actually be good at it, but that never really came to be. This didn't stop our competitive juices from flowing. Eventually, four of us took a weekend trip to the Dells where nearly 200 holes of mini golf were endured with scores being kept and monies being exchanged. This epic culmination was the first and last of its kind and was our own rite of passage into post-mini golf adulthood. Though mini golf rounds are now few and far between, I can't help but remember these excursions every time I take to the course.

Classroom Z00 # 12 - New Years Resolutions???

Whether in  fourth grade or in my new digs at kindergarten, a rite of passage every January is the obligatory New Year's Resolutions. Each year, I help my students set goals. We focus on three types of resolutions: an academic one, a social one, and a "fun" one. Fourth grade responses were standard. Many students focused on getting "A's," making more friends, and improving and/or excelling in an extra-curricular activity, such as little league, gymnastics, or music. Though kindergarteners needed a little more assistance and we spent more time brainstorming, most responses had similar tones. Kindergarteners were less motivated by grades, but wanted to be "better at addition" or "write more". They wanted more friends, but focused on activities with friends like going to a waterpark or convincing their parents to allow a sleepover. One major difference was seen in the fun category. What kindergarteners lack in tact they make up for with their honesty and sometimes unique perspectives. Case in point, my kindergarten friends have made interesting resolutions. Many involved less reading and more video games. Some involved tying their shoes without any help. One involved eating more bread. Who knew kindergarteners were so aware of their carbohydrate intake?

Picture Book preview - The Memory Collector

Based on your votes, here is a draft of an idea I am trying to turn into a picture book.  Your feedback and comments are appreciated.

THE MEMORY COLLECTOR

By Peter Dargatz

 “There he is again,” Michael said to his sister on their walk home from the library. “I swear I just saw him by the grocery store yesterday and at my baseball game last night. He’s everywhere.”

“Who are you talking about?” asked his little sister Aly.

"The can man,” Michael told his little sister. “He walks around town with a big bag and a cart collecting cans. I think he might be really lonely. . . .or maybe just strange.”

“Why do you say that?” Aly asked.

“Anyone who has nothing better to do than walk around all by himself with a bunch of cans must be lonely. I mean, what a waste of time.”

Aly looked puzzled.  “Have you ever talked to him?”

“Talk to him! Not a chance. I avoid him. You should too.”

But it was too late. Aly had already grabbed a can from the ground nearby and was walking over to the can man.

“Hello sir,” she said timidly. “Here is a can for you.”

The can man lit up with a mile-wide smile.  “Why thank you little lady! How are you this beautiful afternoon?”

“I’m fine. Just walking back from the library with my brother, Michael.”

Just as Aly mentioned this, Michael came up to them both. “Aly, we should really be getting home for lunch.”

“Ahh, Michael.  Your lovely little sister was just mentioning you,” said the can man.

“I bet,” replied Michael. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“No bother at all. Just enjoying stroll on this beautiful day.”

 “Is that what you are doing?  Going for a stroll?” asked Aly.

“Yes ma’am. Cleaning up the neighborhood as I go.”

Aly saw his bag of cans. Remembering her brother’s words, she couldn’t hold back from blurting out. “Don’t you get lonely?”

“Lonely? Not at all. I’ve got my collection,” can man replied.

“But they’re just cans,” Aly responded.

Michael nodded in agreement.

Can Man laughed.  “Oh these? Yes, you are right kids. They are just cans.”

“Then how are they a collection?” Michael asked.

“The cans aren’t my collection. You see, I love walking around the town. While I walk, I figure I might as well collect cans. It cleans up the neighborhood.  The neighborhood I love so much.”

Aly still looked confused.  “So. . . .you’re not lonely?”

“Never. I have this.”  He pulled a small red notebook out of his pocket. “This was a gift from one of my students.”

“Students!  Like in school?”  Aly asked. She looked to Michael.

“You’re a teacher?” Michael asked.

“Used to be. I taught elementary school for nearly thirty years. About seven years ago, I retired and have lived in this town ever since.”

“So what’s in your book?” Aly asked .

“My real collection, my memory collection. The time I saw a young man and woman became engaged right near the river.  The crash and boom of the car accident I saw right across the way. The baby bunnies I saw scamper out from under the bush. The tornado sirens I heard blaring one balmy August evening. The cheers and laughter I heard from the holiday parade.

“I get it,” Aly boasted.  You’re not the can man. You’re the memory collector.” Michael and Aly smiled.

“I like that!”  The man grinned. “But I do more than collect memories. I record them in my book.  And today, I can record the meeting of a lovely and inquisitive young lady and her big brother.”

Michael beamed with the kind words of the can man. A look of excitement burst came over Aly’s face. “Wow! I wonder if I could start my own memory collection.”

The memory collector ripped out a fresh page from his red notebook and handed it to Aly. “There’s no better time than now.”

(final page of book would be a page for reader to start their own memory collection)