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In 2024, we got around.
It started with our trip to California in January to celebrate Altai’s birth with Nate and Glasha, and frequent trips to Milwaukee to see Henry, Alli, Auggie, and Abe.
In March, it was off to Hawaii with the whole family. Then in May, we jetted to Sicily for an over-the-top Juergens cousins’ wedding, followed by a week-long hike along the Sicilian coast. That all occurred before a long-planned Schubert Club music-focused trip to mainland Italy, visiting Puccini’s and Verdi’s birthplaces, among other lyrical spots. So, it was a month of walking, toasting, tuna, pasta, and prosciutto.
We somehow snuck in trips to Boston, Madeline Island, and Warba, Minnesota.
In September, we traveled with Altai, Glasha, and Nate to friend Jake Duscha’s wedding in Den Bosch, the Netherlands. (We grandparents came along as staff.) Once those festivities passed, we went to Lübeck, Germany, for a sweet visit to meet Glasha’s grandmother, Svetlana. She held her great-grandson for the first time. We parted in Hamburg, and Ann and Jay trained up to Copenhagen to research pastry.
Suddenly, it was October. That meant our annual three-day retreat to Viroqua, Wisconsin, and a couple of trips to Milwaukee to see Auggie and Abe play soccer and, in back-to-back games, score goals. Oh, and to visit their parents, too.
In November, we stayed home to vote. In case you missed it, our side lost.
In December, we did what most Minnesotans don’t do: we went North. We spent a weekend in Ely, Minnesota, with Ann’s retired law school colleagues and then sledded off for 10 days to Kodiak, Alaska, to celebrate Ann’s sister Carol’s 75th birthday. It was dark. It was stormy.
Of course, we did more than travel. Ann was active as a Schubert Club advisor and will become the organization’s Board president in 2025. She is also a founder of the Taproot Investment Cooperative.
Jay had a small amount of free-lance writing and editing gigs but spent much of his time completing his Patty Hearst-Jack Scott-history-of-sportswriting-grand jury-prison “memoir”—50 years in the making. It’s about a lot of stuff. The book will be published in 2026 by the University of Minnesota Press.
We both are active in our coop’s committees, which we’ll tell you about offline if you have a few hours. Our Zvago coop, a great building with active and friendly neighbors, is sort of like the TV show Only Murders in the Building, but with no murders . . . yet.
Like most of you, we are concerned, anxious, and heartbroken about the nation’s and world’s future for us and our grandchildren.
On November 16, 2024, we celebrated the 40th anniversary of our meeting. We’re happy that happened.

Planting a tree in January outside of Altai's house, in his honor, with the two grandmothers

As Henry is fighting to bring in his big fish in Hawaii in March. (See the Hawaii page.)

Ann, Carol, and cousin Susie Pedrelli at the Scopello, Sicily, family wedding

Favignana, Sicily, on our hike

The Juergens cousins and Jay pose post-hike outside their Scopello hotel.

Ann and Carol, with the Palermo Opera House in the background

On a street in Bologna

The Vatican

If it's Italian, it must be good.

The Pantheon in Rome in May

There are Piazza Verdis in a lot of places
We're hanging with Puccini in Lucca, Italy, in May

Michelangelo's David in Florence. It was crowded.

While the parents were away from Milwaukee, all the Hill-Juergens-Weiner grandparents played with the boys.

My 70th birthday party with friends in July

Chinese checkers with family in July

Grandma with Abe on a Milwaukee visit

The very Russian lunch table in Lubeck, Germany, at Glasha's grandmother's apartment

The very Danish lunch in Copenhagen

What the Pacific looked like minutes before Jay caught his big fish. It wasn't totally flat.

The Minnesota State Fair, a short walk from our home, in August. It was crowded.

Madeline Island, Wisconsin, in September

At Jake Duscha's wedding in Den Bosch, the Netherlands, in September.

Hamburg, Germany, doing business

Our optimistic front door ... until November 5

Carol and Ann at the top of Pillar Mountain, Kodiak, Alaska.

Carol, Jay, and Ann on a typical rainy Kodiak hike

December 15: Jay caught a 38-inch, King Salmon in the waters of Womens Bay off of Kodiak Island, one of our favorite places on the planet. Brother-in-law Mark Withrow coached him through the violent, bloody, grunting, extraordinarily masculine experience. On the day this poor fish was caught he/she/they weighed 40 pounds. Today, depending on the audience, it weighed between 60 and 80 pounds and catching it took hours. Thus, the strain on Jay’s face.