You slake my thirst when I'm dry. You bring me food when I'm hungry. You bring me reading material when I'm depressed. You share my joy when I'm happy. You've given so much to me and my family, that I can't repay you. There isn't enough time left in my life.
speak, your share your comprehensive knowledge of current events,
geography, and history with me. You never fail to awe me. When we
speak of "the good old days," we laugh and laugh. Together we share our
concerns about aging, disease, and friends dying. Together we condemn
the anger which has gripped our nation. Together we rip politicians to
It's been more than 45 years. You've never
failed me. In the least. I went drunkenly flying off of I-94 on St.
Patrick's Day in Milwaukee in your Chevy. It was totaled. We had the
simmering hulk towed to your home. Your first words were, "Was anybody
hurt?" We shook our heads. "Good," you said, "let's --- ----."
you gave me a car, the Buick, aka, "The Puke." It died during the
winter at State and Main Streets. We just left it there, in the road.
you" aren't the right words. They can't carry the weight of my debt to
you. You go "above and beyond" what I'd expect from a friend. Thank
you. Thank you. Thank you. You have never brought me violence and you
always leave in peace. I can't remember an encounter with you that I
failed to learn something.
Peace, St. John, peace. May
the next twenty years be more productive than the last. May your
talents be recognized for the gifts that they are. May your path meet
with the sunshine and the love that you deserve.
I love you and I thank you, sir,
Fredrickson sworn in as Racine County judge
6 hours ago