Articles by Art Fettig

When I woke up this morning I was thinking about a song I wrote about twenty years ago that I recorded with Greg Brayton. It went… Let that little kid come out in me Let me […]

On the morning of February 16th, 1948 l reported for work in the General Claims Department Office of the Grand Trunk Western Railroad in Detroit, Michigan.  Thirty Five years later I retired from the GTWRR. […]

Did you ever do anything in your lifetime so much better than you ever did it before that you couldn’t understand it?  My son Dan hit a hole in one on the golf course where […]

I’m sitting here at my desk in my office in my home here in the quiet woods in Hillsborough, North Carolina and I seem to be lost for the right words. I have written this […]

A decade or two ago when I was on the road speaking a lot I used to go to bed early and plan to rehearse speech segments in my mind.  I would actually see myself […]

As I was thinking about what I was about to write I caught myself staring at the wall beside my computer but seeing nothing. Just staring into space, searching for a creative spark, sort of, […]

It is just January 2nd as I write this but this is my third day of high productivity. I cheated and started early. First thing I did was weigh myself. WOW! what a great day […]

Here I go again! I don’t know about you but it seems like every year, a few days after Christmas I get all antsy and I feel compelled to write down a whole bunch of […]

I watched the movie version of the classic musical “The Music Man” recently.  I watch it about once a year just to keep my energy up. The Star is Robert Preston and gosh, does he […]

Wife, Jean’s aunt Estelle Goodwin of Dunn, North Carolina was lookin’ great, her mind was sharp and she was on her feet for at least a half an hour and movin’ like a young lady, […]