Scott's Blog

When I was perhaps thirteen years old, Mom took most (all?) of her children to Preston for whomever's doctor's appointment. Though Preston was - and still is - a small…

The annual Middle School Carnival was an afternoon of early-teen debauchery: play games, win prizes blow off steam and, most importantly, skip classes. Each game cost so many tickets for…

This is more a story told to me than a direct memory, less about Mom than Mom's reaction. My three younger siblings had not started school when Mom took her…

My parents were against the United States' involvement in the Vietnam War and, at least once, attended a anti-war rally. I say at least once confidently because I went with.…

Growing up I enjoyed kiting a lot, so much so that I fantasized of setting a new world's record for highest kite. Minimal research made it clear the difficulty and…

I grew up a Hawkeye, but could've been a Razorback just as easily. Mom and her boyfriend, Tom, a photographer and Peace Corp alum, decided to leave Brooklyn and the…

Before clocks automatically synchronized themselves with a network time server, one could live with an alternative, personal interpretation of current time. That was Mom growing up. Mom routinely set the…

On December 20, 2016, the Iowa Hawkeyes women's and men's basketball team played a true doubleheader, two games for a single ticket. I already had scheduled PTO - I needed…

After graduating from Northwestern University in Evanston, IL - where I was born - my dad was accepted to Saint John's School of Law, so the family moved to New…

Kelly, my half-sister from my dad's second marriage, briefly attended the University of Iowa, arriving for the start of second semester. Kelly grew up in North Carolina and was totally…