Opening Day!

"Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules, and reality of the game." ~ Jacques Barzun (Cultural Historian) 

Read More
Wade Berstler
Are you Aware . . .?

Are you aware there are nearly 200 "Awareness" months globally? Now you are. There are two in the month of April in the U.S. I think you should be aware of it if you are not already.

Read More
Wade Berstler
Expect A Miracle. Not.

I got up this morning and brushed my teeth with my Cincinnati Bengals toothbrush. I rinsed out the shower with my Bengals cup. I donned my Bengals shorts, socks, and long-sleeve undershirt. I put on my orange and black basketball sneakers. Lastly, my Bengals jersey with “BERSTLER” stitched on the back that my son so lovingly had made for me.

Read More
Wade Berstler
My Christmas List

When you get older the days of sitting down to write a letter to Santa are over. Today, if kids write Santa at all, it’s probably an email. Today, I have a forum. This blog. So Santa, if you or one of your elves who electronically reply to the countless thousands of Christmas lists submitted, here’s one more: Dear Santa . . .

Read More
Wade Berstler
Mindless Fun

Social media has inspired another blog. Thankfully, it will not be the 14-page person to person short story the last Facebook exercise triggered. The task was to list 10, 11,

Read More
Wade Berstler
Getting a Lyft

Many of you know of the travails of my academic quest since 2001. For those that don’t, let me give you the elevator version, albeit an elevator that goes slowly to the top of The Freedom Tower. After I quit drinking in 2000, one of my friends suggested I apply for disability, and go back to school.

Read More
Wade Berstler
The Learning Curve

inspired by a friend’s social post, this blog addresses my experiences with minorities. My friend contextualized her rural upbringing with her current place of residence, which happens to be Brooklyn.

Read More
Wade Berstler
Wild Life

The very first non-human that has tormented my dreams was my sister. Only kidding. But what was unleashed that scarred my psyche forever, was directly attributed to my sister.

Read More
Wade Berstler