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From The Ground Up
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From The Ground Up

It was late spring in 1979 and my dad was looking for a new project. Well, that’s a bit superfluous. He was looking for more room for our growing family in our split-level ranch in rural Wisconsin.

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Fun For All
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Fun For All

Each afternoon, around 2 p.m., a man walks by the front of my office. He wears a backpack, broad-brimmed hat, and a smile. Each day I wave to him, and each day he waves back.

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Water Park Fun
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Water Park Fun

I walked out the hotel door and into the attached water park. We were in Phoenix for a volleyball tournament in June. Temperatures were averaging over 100 degrees and coming from the central mountains of Idaho (where we had yet to break 75 degrees), the sun felt like a furnace on full blast.

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Foggy Mornings
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Foggy Mornings

Steam rose slowly from the lake as I ambled to the office. As I passed our lakefront park, I watched the parks grounds crew mowing the wet grass, edging the sidewalks, and blowing the debris into piles to be loaded to the back of their truck.

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Facilities That Move You
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Facilities That Move You

Both my 15-year-old daughters passed driver’s ed. All that stood in the way of an actual, honest-to-goodness driver’s license was 50 hours of daytime and 10 hours of nighttime driving—all conveniently tracked in an app—which meant no cheating or rounding up. Dang. 

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Gobble, Gobble
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Gobble, Gobble

I packed the car—stuffing bags and gear into the rooftop box trying to make room for six people to sit comfortably for a long drive in our Toyota Highlander. We were headed west to San Raphael for our annual Thanksgiving holiday with family.

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Fall Fun
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Fall Fun

The text pinged on my phone. I looked down to see a picture of my youngest twin daughter accepting a homecoming proposal from some young man who looked slightly embarrassed to be holding his sign in the middle of the high school hallway. I texted back: “What the heck’s going on there? I leave town for five minutes and boys show up?”

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Fall Fun
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Fall Fun

My wife walked out of the house—two big floats flung over her shoulder and a smile on her face. It was just a few days before Labor Day and we knew the time spent floating aimlessly around the lake was limited.

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Summer Fun
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Summer Fun

My dog, Snickerdoodle, hung his head out the window occasionally getting spooked by brush and branches scraping the side of the truck as the logging “roads” we travelled wound and narrowed and climbed. Eventually, we rounded one last bend and saw the trucks and excavators parked near an open meadow.

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Shoulder Season

The twins snuck into my bedroom and shook my shoulder. I woke with a start and asked them what was wrong.

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One Call Away

I piled the 8-year-olds into our trusty Honda Pilot for the 7:30 a.m. run to their Saturday futsal (soccer) game and backed out of the drive. I took a sip of coffeeСhoping it would magically turn the cold and gray January weather to 70 and sunny.

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The Power of Public Spaces

I stood and watched as my oldest daughter and her 18U teammates competed against the best soccer players and teams from around the country in U.S. Youth Soccer's National League.

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