Art Fettig

Did you ever look back on your life and endeavor to break it down into segments? Maybe you might name one segment the growing segment, another the learning segment, the struggling segment, the real success […]

Speeches don’t always turn out the way one plans. Although most of my presentations were done with almost no notes other than one or two words for each segment written on a card, I had […]

I have neglected my vocabulary ever since I sat through a trial in Charlotte, Michigan in the late nineteen sixties where a jury awarded our railroad $100,000 in damages in our suit against a trucking […]

Just about 45 years ago I wrote a poem bragging about my son playing basketball titled “That’s My Son Out There!”  Now I’m thinking about writing one titled “That’s My Daughter Up There”!  Wife Jean […]

It is great to remember the big rallies and some of the wonderful audiences but as a professional speaker sometimes you you discover too late that some assignments aren’t all that glamorous. One afternoon the […]

When I was in my Junior year as a student at the University of Detroit High school, I was the Staff Poet for our student newspaper.  My English Teacher, a Jesuit priest, Father Skiffington, was […]

No doubt every one of us has an old golf shirt or such from some place we’ve visited that brings back a special memory. This morning I pulled out a shirt and put it on […]

If anyone ever asked me, “Art, when did you first think about writing children’s books?” I could honestly reply, “April 24th, 1979 at the Aim For Your Future Rally at Wing Stadium in Kalamazoo, Michigan. […]

In 1859 Young Tom Edison got a job as a news butcher on the Grand Trunk Railroad selling newspapers and candy. He was just twelve years old. He set up a chemistry lab and a […]

I’ve been sitting here staring at the blank space on my computer for two days now trying to settle in on a subject that might be uplifting but no matter what I try to write […]