Late in life, Ron joined a writers’ group and became a prolific short story writer. He drew from the memories of his life to craft stories of love and humor. Here are a few:
The bakery was in the twelve-hundred block of Williamson Street, about the middle of the block and on the north side of the street. It was a two-story building consisting of a pastry shop in front with an apartment above. In the back part of...
Jim’s Boarding House used to cater to railroad workers who had to layover in Madison. When railroads became less popular and trucks began to ply the highways of Wisconsin, Jim’s clientele turned from railroad workers to tramps, hobos, drunks, and transients. Jim’s Boarding House was...
They say love only comes to a man once in his life. I don’t know if that’s true, but it did come to me in the winter of 1949 in the form of Tora Michelson. I was coming down the stairs when my sister opened...