Articles by Art Fettig

Some thirty-five years ago when I had the title Employee Communications Officer for a railroad in Michigan I discovered that Safety Rules were B-O-R-I-N-G. I was asked to create audio visual presentations that would present […]

It is strange the way our memorie work. Just this past few weeks I have been thinking about the important role some people have played in my life. One of the first things I learned […]

In the 70’s and 80’s and 90’s when I was out there speaking all the time people used to ask me, “Art, what is your goal when you come in to do a speech?” I […]

We’ve been without electric power for almost 48 hours. It just kicked on and it sure is welcome. It was cold in our home last night. We bundled up in blankets and I found my […]

The sun was shining off the pristine snow in our woods behind our cottage and bouncing up through my big office window. The rays caught the tip of the wing of my prized pounded brass […]

I’m beginning to feel like a 100 watt incandescent light bulb lately.  I have been getting calls from taxidermists who want to stuff me and hang me on a wall.  In a way though, that […]

This is a true story that happened many years ago. Sally Brayton is the fantastic wife of Greg Brayton, my musical partner in Coldwater, Michigan and she works at the Woman’s State Prison there in […]