or me, fall is the season of reinvention. I was a kid who loved school, and that first day back carried with it a sense of anticipation and possibility. Added to this was the fact that every few years I started over in an altogether new place, as
What’s In A Name
My grandfather had always been called Joseph Szedziewski—or so I thought. An immigrant who arrived in the US in 1912, Joseph lived, worked, and worshipped in Milwaukee’s Polish neighborhoods for over four decades. To his American-born descendants, he
