Triangle Y Ranch
This is the start of my second year as a Y Tribes dad, and we kicked off the season last night with an induction ceremony at the Triangle Y Ranch, near West Bend, Wisconsin. I must not get out of Milwaukee enough, because I had forgotton how beautiful the Wisconsin countryside is. Nature reaches a tipping point this time of year, when the glorious sunshine and heat of summer has seemingly spun out of control, having lost its purpose, and gives way to an onrush color and cool breezes that signal the end of another cycle. The lush green hills and fields at the Circle Y seemed to stand firm against the spinning place where we live, and as if to say "One more day. You get one more day of sunshine and frolic." We gathered the kids in on a ball field, and played simon says and duck duck goose, then walked to a campfire where the great chief made parents promise to give time to their children, and for the children to be patient with their parents. On the way home, Mrs. Heraldblog and I stopped at an empty tavern just outside of Grafton. While the Heraldblogettes play with the video poker machines, and I drank a Pabst, and chatted with the 19-year-old bartender. She said she was voting for Kerry. "We're not supposed to talk about who we're voting for, because, like, 90 percent of the people who come here vote for Bush." 
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