Ed Abell

A Morning In The Woods

To replenish my freezer with a yearly supply of non-processed, clean, organic meat, I choose to hunt for it. You either have to do it yourself or have someone do it for you, but in the end, if you eat holistic meat or any meat, the animal dies for your appetite. Most folks eat theirContinue reading “A Morning In The Woods”

Once Upon a Lake

Our cabin near Pardeeville, WI has forever been a sanctuary. Sixty acres hugging half of Columbia County’s Crystal Lake shoreline. Town folk have two additional names for the thirty-two-acre jewel, ‘One a Day Lake’ (coined for the difficulty of catching a legal bass [14 inches]) and ‘Abell Lake’ (The property owned and shared by ourContinue reading “Once Upon a Lake”

Clowning in Mexico

An unexpected opportunity “I heard about what you did down there.” One morning, Frank Mayer, our company’s Chairman of the Board, invaded my office and seized the chair across from my desk. As approachable as Frank was, he never dropped in like that. My surprise would transform to terror. As was his trademark, he gotContinue reading “Clowning in Mexico”

Angel Business

Imagine for a moment a homogeneous blue/white light. This illumination has an allure, enveloping and inviting. You feel a rightness, a belonging, and a connection as this radiating energy enfolds your being. You’re not cold or warm, just divine. As your sense of self is assimilated into a wonderful inclusion, you realize that this glowContinue reading “Angel Business”

Memories of May – Slight Return

In my recent Memories of May post, I discussed the origins of the passion I share with my father and the Indianapolis 500. Current technology and expanded fan access through apps and web activity offers many avenues for arm-chair participation. Through the Graham Rahal/Britney Force Foundation supporting Turns for Veterans, I discovered I could getContinue reading “Memories of May – Slight Return”

Tumbleweeds

Visiting my sons and their significants by automobile requires a thousand-mile journey either east or west from Wisco to North Carolina or Colorado. We drive because we usually stay for a month or so. Plus, flying is a grind and we can take all the stuff we need and more. Recently, our journey west includedContinue reading “Tumbleweeds”

Memories of May

My father took me on a business trip to Indianapolis when I was twelve-years-old. He sold investment casting products for a foundry in Milwaukee called Sivyer Steel. Every May during practice for the Indy 500, he would plan a trip down to see the massive, front-engine Roadsters pound around the 2.5-mile oval and entertain hisContinue reading “Memories of May”

The Morning Rainbow

Morning rainbow, sun will shine Feelings I carry, difficult to mine Pelicans bust the water, there’s fish to find Sailboats swing, on mooring lines Peaceful this scene but, gives me no calm Proud to be an American, no longer a psalm We had Walter Cronkite, giving both sides Chaney changed the laws, news could divideContinue reading “The Morning Rainbow”

Galleons of Blue Cobblestones

Kristin and I conjured a trip to Puerto Rico for our birthdays this year. Considering our phones would work, the money is the same, Wisco is 7 degrees, and we’d never been there, it was an easy and exciting choice. Research told us the people of Puerto Rico were kind, curious, and happy. I canContinue reading “Galleons of Blue Cobblestones”

The Stairs of Death

Yes, I’d seen the YouTube videos of the 60-degree stone steps. On one side a wall or a cable to grasp occasionally, on the other, a 2000-foot drop into oblivion. My experiences climbing the Western Breach of Mt. Kilimanjaro and the trek to Mt. Everest Base Camp had taught me that height exposure could beContinue reading “The Stairs of Death”