Kevin Fischer is a veteran broadcaster, the recipient of over 150 major journalism awards from the Milwaukee Press Club, the Wisconsin Associated Press, the Northwest Broadcast News Association, the Wisconsin Bar Association, and others. He has been seen and heard on Milwaukee TV and radio stations for over three decades. A longtime aide to state Senate Republicans in the Wisconsin Legislature, Kevin can be seen offering his views on the news on the public affairs program, "InterCHANGE," on Milwaukee Public Television Channel 10, and heard filling in on Newstalk 1130 WISN. He lives with his wife, Jennifer, and their lovely young daughter, Kyla Audrey, in Franklin.
That’s what they say, right?
If you’re expecting a warm, fuzzy, gooey, inspirational blog, this ain’t it. Because a realist would submit, look, you can’t possibly live each day as though it was your very last.
I know if I lived with this philosophy, I’d have steak and eggs for breakfast, prime rib for lunch, and lobster tail for dinner every day. And sorry, I wouldn’t be dining in Franklin.
Normally I'm a very optimistic fellow. Honest and truly. However, it’s difficult to be motivated to start and proceed through the day like Julie Andrews in that opening scene of “The Sound of Music” when there’s a constant all-day rain like today. Grey and gloomy, what’s there to get excited about?
And suppose the entire household is under the weather like the Fischers find themselves in? Kyla was never sick a day in her entire little life, that is, until kindergarten came. She was at Urgent Care twice within a three-day period this week. The tiny trooper is handling it better than her folks who are also ill and about as much fun these days as a lion with hangnails. If someone were to put on a happy record I’d probably smash it into pieces. Birds would rather poop on my head than land on my fingers. Eeyore is suddenly my hero. For dinner I could barely eat three bites of lasagna (That’s when it really hit me…Kev, you’re sick!).
And none of it is my fault. None of it is my wife’s fault. None of it is my darling daughter’s fault.
Is there blame to be dished out? You bet there is. We have an entire country that doesn’t care about the next person.
This is about all I can write because my wife is pestering me to take what appear to be pills the likes I’ve never seen before.
So, about the finger-pointing.
And Exhibit B.
Please, let’s have some consideration.