Friday, June 29, 2018

Friday, 6/29


So what's it gonna be?

The weather forecasts for this weekend have been all over the place, veering from perfect Jim weather (hot & humid) to horrid Jim weather (cool & rainy). Highs have been estimated from anywhere between 60 and 90, and we may seem some sun. Or thunder & lightning. Or, the way things are going, a snowstorm followed by a plague of locusts.

What's it gonna be?

I was actually looking forward to the next couple of days. Unlike most native Yoopers, I love it when it's hot & humid. It was nice yesterday, so I took a half day. And as I was standing at the end of the Lower Harbor breakwater, staring out at the sailboats cruising around the lake, I actually said something out loud. No one was there to hear it, but it escaped my lips nonetheless.

I looked at the sun sparkling off the lake, the crystal clear blue sky, and the sun basking down upon it all, and uttered “This is why I slog through the winter. For days like this”.

And it's true. I know I complain about the weather a lot, and it seems many other people know I complain about the weather a lot. Every so often I'll get someone asking me why I continue to live here despite my loathing of cold, snow, fog, and rain. My answer is simple. It's two words, those words being “July” and “August”. You could also throw in “late June” and “Early September”, but in reality it's as simple as “July” and “August”. That's why I slog through the cold & snow & wind chills below zero & the not seeing the sun for three months at a time.

For days like yesterday.

Like I said, I have no idea what the weather's gonna be like this weekend. It seems like every forecaster I know and/or follow has a different opinion. I don't envy them one bit; the more I've learned about the science of it, the more I've come to realize that there are days (or weekends) where no matter what they say it's gonna be wrong. Mother Nature does what she wants; sometimes, you can guess what that it, and sometimes, you can't.

So we'll see what comes up this weekend. If it's a nice “Jim” forecast, I'll be out enjoying it. If it isn't...well, I can always think back to what I saw standing at the end of the breakwater yesterday. Hopefully, that'll get me through to the next nice day.

On that note, have yourself a great weekend wherever you are, and however your weather turns out!


Thursday, June 28, 2018

Thursday, 6/28


Say “hey” to my tour group, everyone!



I had a blast with them yesterday. They're the staff from a German engineering company here on a retreat. The group was a mix of Germans and Americans, with a couple of Brazilians mixed in. We had a great time wandering around Marquette for a couple of hours and poking our noses in here and there. And even the fact that Germany lost its World Cup game (and was eliminated from the tourney) didn't seem to have too much of an effect on the gang.

Even among those who were wearing German national soccer team shirts.

Because they were engineers maybe I shouldn't have been too surprised by this, but the thing that seemed to fascinate the group the most was the Lower Harbor ore dock. Hundreds of pictures were taken, dozens of questions asked, and several members of the group actually wondered if they could get on it (one even willing to risk arrest to do it). As a group, they really liked the ore dock, even gazing back upon it lovingly from locales such as the Courthouse steps.

It's funny, in a way. Because we see the structure on a daily basis we really don't pay too much attention to it. It's just part of the background, something we see driving to work or while on a bike ride or run through the harbor. I think we sometimes forget that we are one of the few places in the world that has a dock like that. We're lucky in that regard, in that something we take for granted is something that inspires awe and wonder and even an urge to break the law in people who've never before seen it.

That's one of the reasons I love giving tours, especially to people who've never been to Marquette before. I get to show this place off. I get to show off wonders like the ore dock and the lake and the courthouse, and it's almost like I get to see them again for the very first time, thanks to the wonder and the awe that the people in the tour group experience. I may see these places every day, but it's always nice to be reminded of what special things they are.

Because they really are.


Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Wednesday, 6/27


Because I have to go get ready for my big post-World Cup tour with the German group later today, I have to get to work early, which means I'm gonna take the lazy way out and leave you something from three years ago. But since I was looking three years into the future when I wrote it, we'll see just how good my psychic powers are.

(Spoiler alert—not perfect. But not too far off, either)

Back tomorrow with the story of how the tour goes!


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(as originally posted April 16th, 2015)


I wonder what downtown Marquette will look like in three years.

Sunday when it was sunny and in the 70s Loraine and I were out doing what we do when a day is sunny and in the 70s. We were out walking. And part of our walk took us from Marquette's lake shore up the bike path that heads west from downtown, past 7th Street and the old roundhouse property. That's when it hit me—because of those two locations, the lake shore and the round house property—downtown Marquette is gonna look quite different by this time in 2018.

Why? Well, those are the two points where some rather large buildings are being constructed. Right on the lake shore, right at the entrance to Founder's Landing, is where the new One Marquette Place project is being built, a 5-story commercial & residential complex sitting right on the shore of Lake Superior. And at the other end of downtown, on the old round house property, is where U.P. Health Systems is building the new hospital, which, according to which rumor you believe, will either be four, seven or 13 stories in height.

It won't matter if you're standing on the lake shore or driving in on the bypass...in a few years, downtown Marquette's gonna look a lot different.

Of course, those are only two of the big projects. There have been a other, smaller projects being tackled, the Delft among them, and then there are the projects that will spin off. I mean, once One Marquette Place and the hospital are open, that's gonna bring a LOT of people into downtown Marquette who normally aren't in downtown Marquette. And those people might need places to shop and to play and, perhaps, even to live. I mean, there is a quite a healthy selection of things to do here already, but is it enough to handle the coming crowds?

I'm kind of curious about that myself.

It's funny. If I remember correctly, thirty years ago downtown Marquette was dying. Most of the shops had moved west out to Marquette Township, and the downtown area was filled with empty storefronts and confusing one-way streets. But then something great happened. The people of Marquette discovered, slowly but surely, that their downtown really wasn't so bad after all. When you get rid of all the old industrial sites, clean up the lake front, make the whole area accessible to pedestrians and vehicles alike, and then realize the history that you have in things like sandstone buildings...

Well, all of a sudden downtown Marquette began a renaissance. A renaissance that should hit yet another peak in, oh, two or three years.

I think we're very lucky in what we have. We're lucky we have a downtown that's thriving. I also think that we're very lucky in that we have a community full of people who care about their downtown, who want to see it grown and thrive and still retain the charm of its past. That's why I'll be curious to see how things change over the next three years.

Because from one end of downtown Marquette to the other, you'll see the changes take place before your very eyes.



Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Tuesday, 6/26


I have no idea how these things happen. But at least they make my life interesting.

I'm leading a downtown tour tomorrow. Now, those of you who've been reading these forever may be muttering to yourself “Jim, you lead downtown tours all the time”. And that's true. I did the Great Fire tour two weeks ago, and I have the “Docks of Iron Bay” tour two weeks from tomorrow (hint, hint). But tomorrow's tour is unique, if only because I'll be showing off downtown Marquette to a bunch of mechanical and software engineers from Germany.

See? That doesn't happen all the time.

I'm not quite sure how this all happened. I received a call from someone organizing a corporate retreat/seminar for the engineers in Marquette, wondering if I could lead the tour. That's a no-brainer. I love doing tours, I love going to Germany (in fact, according to my DNA test I'm 19% German myself) so why not? Admittedly, I don't speak much (if any) German, but if there's one thing I've learned is that Germans, especially highly educated ones like engineers, often speak English better than some people for whom it's their first language.

So that shouldn't be a problem.

However, there was one slight problem we had to work around. Germans are huge World Cup fans; in fact, Germany's the defending champion. We were originally going to do the tour tomorrow morning; however, that's the time Germany's taking on South Korea in their final Group F match. If Germany wins they will probably move on to the next round (depending upon the final score and winner of the Mexico/Sweden match), so it's been arranged for the engineers to lunch at Aubrees when the match is on (amazingly enough, during the lunch hour here in the U.S.) So most likely I'll get to lead them around after the match, which means they'll either be very excited by what they just saw or they will be slightly depressed.

I'm hoping for the former. After all, one of my favorite RB Leipzig players is on the German team, I've kind of been cheering for them, as well, especially after an amazing last-minute win for them this past weekend against Sweden (a team with another of my favorite RB Leipzig players on it, sadly). So with any luck, the tour will following a lot of cheering on their part.

Sp if you see me leading a lot of people around tomorrow (or happen to be eating lunch at Aubrees tomorrow and hear a lot of German being spoken), that's who the group is—German engineers visiting Marquette. Guess I can cross that one off my bucket list, now.

8-)


Monday, June 25, 2018

Monday, 6/25


So did you have lazy weekends or fun weekends?

The reason I ask is that somewhere in my travels over the past few weeks, I read an article about how for most people their weekend takes two forms—they either have a “lazy” weekend, where they sit around and don't do much, or they have a “fun” weekend, where they get out and play and do stuff they normally don't do. According to the article, research has shown something a little counter-intuitive, that people who have a 'fun” weekend actually go back to work on Monday more refreshed and rested than people who have a “lazy” weekend.

Weird, huh? But based, at least, on my own experience, I kinda think it's true. I know that in any given “normal” winter I spend a lot of my weekends inside, lying around, reading, and generally not doing too much. Then when I go back to work on Monday, I'm still kind of “blah”. But during the summer, when Loraine and I are out walking and biking and exploring and doing whatever, I feel recharged when I go back to work. Now, I always chalked it up to the fact that during the winter it's cold and you don't get a lot of sun, but after reading that article...

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I'm proof that the research really IS accurate!

Like most people, I had not given one iota of thought to how I spend my weekends. Maybe some of that is because I usually work part of a weekend, maybe some of that is because there are just certain chores that need to get done on a weekend, and so that's how I spend part of that time. But now that I've read the article, and have seen how it actually applies to the real world (or at least MY real world), I'm thinking this--

I'm thinking that no matter how tired I am, that no matter how beat down the previous week had made me, that I need to go and have FUN. Not sit around and take a nap, not hang out and watch the clock count down the hours until the weekend's over, but to get out and have fun like it was a sunny summer day.

Even if it's not.

Now, I realize that won't be possible every weekend of the year, sad to say. But if knowing is half the battle, then I consider myself well-armed to get the most of our whatever time off I can scrounge, especially on a weekend.

Hope you can do the same, too. So when you get to your next Saturday and you're wondering what you should do, just remember—the more you do, the better you feel. The science says so!


Friday, June 22, 2018

Friday, 6/22


I finally have my answer. I now know why I look the way I look.

You may remember that a couple of months ago I spit in a tube and sent it off to Ancestry DNA, so I could find out a couple of things about myself, mainly why I have a dark complexion for someone with Irish and Scandinavian roots (two peoples not usually know for swarthy skin). The complexion comes from the Irish side of my family, so I was able to come up with three theories as to what might have caused it--

-I had some kind of Mediterranean blood that I didn't know about.

-It came from the Moors, a north African people who conquered part of southern Europe and traded a lot (including DNA) with the Irish people.

-That I was just a freak, and that a genetic mutation overruled the fair skin with which my ancestors had been born.

The test results came back yesterday, and they were quite interesting. Among the things I discovered? Four percent of my DNA comes from the Iberian Peninsula, which Ancestry defines as Spain, Portugal, and the north African country of Morocco, right across the Straits of Gibraltar from Spain. The three peoples share the same DNA profile. So part of my DNA comes from a swarthy culture. We can rule out theory “C”, which means I'm not a freak.

And I'm guessing that comes as a surprise to a LOT of people.

8-)

The source of my darker complexion doesn't necessarily rule out either theory “A” or theory “B”. The DNA could come from the Moors; after all, they ran the Iberian Peninsula for centuries, where they both traded and warred with the Irish. Their heritage lingers, too, in that a large chunk of the population of both Spain and Portugal have Moorish blood in them. That's where theory “B” comes in.

But in doing some digging into theory “A” I've also discovered that the sinking of the Spanish Armada by the British a couple of centuries ago could be the blame. You see, Spain was a world naval power for hundreds of years, and liked to war with its neighbors quite a bit, as well. The neighbors got fed up, and the English finally sunk the Spanish Armada—hundreds of ship and thousands of sailors—off the coast of Ireland. Many of those sailors swam to shore and, instead of going back to Spain, made homes in Ireland, where they had families and passed down their genes.

That's why theory “A” could be true.

I honestly don't know which of the theories is correct, and in the end I don't think it matters. What's important is that I found our the origin of my complexion, and had that question answered. That's why I did the test in the first place.

Isn't science wonderful?

On that note, have yourself a great weekend. Hopefully, if you ever have a question about yourself or why you are the way you are, your answers come with something as simple as spitting in a tube!


Thursday, June 21, 2018

Thursday, 6/21

And happy first day of summer!

I was speaking with one of my meteorologists about the longest and shortest days of the year on the air a couple of days ago, focusing on the first day of winter people can leave their home, go to work, and then go home, and not see a lick of sun because of the shortness of the day. Well, last night, for some bizarre reason, I was jolted awake in the middle of the night by the thought that the exact opposite of that will occur today.

And then, of course, I couldn't get back to sleep.

But when you think of it, it's true. Say someone goes to bed at 10pm and wakes up at 6am. If they were to do that today in Marquette, they'd be going to bed just after the sun had set and the sky was still light. They'd then be waking several minutes after sunrise, when the sky was filled with light. They'd go to bed when it was light and wake up when it was light, not seeing a lick of darkness, just like some people don't see a lick of sun on the first day of winter.

Nah; I don't think it's a concept worth getting up for in the middle of the night, but what does my sub-conscious know, right?

Back in the days when I Roller-bladed (back before I cracked a rib after wiping out and Loraine told me I couldn't Roller-blade any more) I used to go out at 10pm on the first day of summer and blade around a bit, just because I could. I mean, there aren't a lot of places in the U.S. where you can do that. But because we're on the far western edge of a time zone and because we're quite far north, we get to do stuff like that. I always felt that I should do just because we could, just because no one else could.

Maybe THAT'S why I wake up in the middle of the night with weird ideas.

So have yourself a great first day of summer, no matter what happens. Who knows...maybe YOU won't see a lick of darkness all day yourself!


Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Wednesday, 6/20


I wonder if our rate has gone up or gone down?

I saw a statistic released yesterday by the Centers for Disease Control showing that the smoking rate in the US has gone down to 14% overall. It's the lowest rate in history, and a sign that people are finally realizing that there is nothing at all good about exposing yourself and others to cancer-causing chemicals.

Maybe there's a little hope for the world yet.

About a decade ago I was curious about Marquette County's smoking rate (I think for a “What's Up, UP” question), and in the course of research found that Marquette County had the lowest smoking rate in the entire state. Back in 2007, Marquette County's smoking rate was at 14%, which is what the rest of the country is at now. So in the past 11 years, has Marquette County's rate dropped even further, or were we just a decade (and change) ahead of our time?

I'd be curious to know.

I know people still smoke in Marquette County. Trust me, I know that for sure—every so often we have a contest winner come in to pick up a prize reeking so strongly of cigarette smoke that we have to open our doors just to air out our lobby. I don't know if those listeners are aware they smell that bad, or if they're just nose-blind, but it's bad. Really, really bad. So I do know that some people in Marquette County still smoke.

I also know that a lot of temporary residents and tourists smoke, as well. As I wrote about last May, there was a marked decrease in the amount of people I saw smoking the few weeks after NMU let out for the year. So a chunk of the people in Marquette County who smoke aren't from here (and, trying hard not to stereotype, I noticed that a lot of those who do smoke have out of state license plates on the cars near which I noticed them).

Spending a lot of time walking around downtown Marquette, you notice that some—not a lot, but some—of the people visiting us are puffing away, too. In fact, Loraine and I have a running gag going that if we see someone smoking on the sidewalk, it's most usually a tourist, especially when they blow smoke in the direction of passers-by.

Yoopers just seem too gosh darned polite to do that.

But overall, I have no idea how many residents of Marquette County still smoke. I have no idea if we still have the lowest tobacco usage rate in Michigan, or if we've just settled in amongst the pack. Maybe I'll have to do a little more digging; if any of you know, please share. No matter what, though, it's nice to see that the country as a whole has decided that smoking sucks.

Something that people around here started realizing and putting into practice over a decade ago.



Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Tuesday, 6/19


Okay. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't the bike.

As you may recall, I got a new bike last weekend; specifically, this Giant mountain bike--



I really needed a new one for many different reasons, not the least of which was I wanted to keep up with Loraine when we went out together. She has a new bike, and when I was riding my 27-year old paperweight along side her I'd soon find myself looking at her back from a distance of, oh, a kilometer or so. So I thought getting a new bike might help in that regard.

Well, it did. Until it didn't. We went out Sunday between the thunderstorms, and ended up riding just over 15 miles out to Harvey and back, and then all through the city bike path system. It was sunny, it was 85 degrees, and it was a glorious day to test out my new bike.

And I almost—almost--was able to keep up with Loraine. Until I couldn't.

First of all, let me say my new bike is about 2,400% better than my old bike. I can accelerate quickly, and there's absolutely no comparison in going up hills. That's so much easier than it was with my old paperweight. But because it's different, physically, from my old bike I noticed it almost takes an entirely different pedaling style, one that I'm not used to. So while I was kind of able to keep up with Loraine (who, as we've established, is a monster when it comes to athletics) after a while my legs started to complain about this entirely new pedaling style. And by the end of the ride I was once again looking at Loraine's backside, although only from a distance of a couple of hundred meters instead of a whole kilometer.

So I have that going for me.

I'm hoping that as I get used to riding the new bike, and as my legs build up, I'll be able to keep up with Loraine even better. I don't know if that's the case; after all, as my leg strength builds up so does hers, so by the time I'm ready to go she'll be three steps ahead of me. Not that it matters; riding with her is the important thing, and besides, it gives me something to work toward—being able to keep up with her, I mean.

Wish me luck. And keep your fingers crossed that my new bike helps, if even just a little!

8-)


Monday, June 18, 2018

Monday, 6/18


Okay, Mother Nature. You can lay off the U.P. for a while.

Between the massive windstorm and power outages we had around Marquette Wednesday, the unexpected flooding in Ironwood Friday, and then the unprecedented destruction in the Copper Country yesterday, you'd think that Mom N has something against our little piece of paradise. I don't know if we did something to piss her off, or if we just happened to be the lucky target when she decided to unleash a little fury on the planet, but the past four or five days have just been something around here.

And it can stop any time.

If you haven't seen the pictures or video of what happened in Houghton, Hancock, and (particularly) Lake Linden yesterday, it's worth your time to check some out. I've spent a lot of time in those areas, and I'm just stunned by the destruction that occurred. The National Weather Service in Marquette has called this a “once in a thousand year” event, and I hope for the sake of our friends in the Copper Country it is just that.

Unfortunately, I don't think it will be.

With the way we're inexorably changing the planet's climate, predictions made by smart people are coming true. Climate scientists say that, as the planet warms, weather events will become more extreme, which was proven by the “hurricane” we had here last October and the mass devastation yesterday in the Keweenaw. And it's not just happening around here. In Europe, they're setting records for heat each and every year. In Germany, flash floods destroyed several towns and killed a couple of people; the storms also closed the gorge through which Loraine and I were supposed to start our day-long hiking expedition when head over there in a few months. Of course, by the time we're supposed to leave to actually start the hike, who knows what the weather will be like?

Snow here so we can't leave? Flooding that inundates Munich, where we're supposed to land? A plague of locusts somewhere in the middle? I have no idea. I just have this feeling that at least one strange thing will happen.

After all, it seems like we've broken the planet. Mother Nature's just lashing out in anger.

I hope our friends in the Copper Country have been through the worst of it, and that as morning dawns today their skies are clear. I hope that the damage looked worse that it really was, and if not, I hope repairs are quick and relatively painless. No one should have their lives ripped apart, especially by torrents of mud & water. If there's anything you need, just let us know. And to Mother Nature, you can move on now.

We really like you up here. It'd be a shame if that changed.





Friday, June 15, 2018

Friday, 6/15


I probably should've done it 15 or twenty years ago, but I suppose it's better now than never, right?

Those of you who've been reading these on a regular basis know all about the bike I've been riding for, well, forever. It's a 1991 Shogun mountain bike that's seen better days, but it gets me where I need to go and, most importantly, makes me work real hard to get there. It's an old bike with an old gear system, and I get twice the workout trying to keep up with anyone around me.

From a conditioning point of view, at least, that's a good thing.

Last year Loraine went and bought herself a new bike, with a high tech gear system and a light frame and all that good stuff. So when we've gone out riding together she's able to zoom off down the trail while I'm pedaling as hard as humanly possible just trying to keep up with her. However, because her bike's so good and light (and because she's a monster athlete) and the bike I'm riding is old and heavy I'll be 200 or 300 meters behind her before either of us even realize it. And that's no fun. So when we finished a ride this past Sunday (where she actually had to stop & wait for me) we decided it was time.

We rode home, walked over to Downwind Sports, and I then came home with this--



It's a Giant Talon 3 that weighs about a third of my old bike, with a high tech gear system and disc brakes. You don't have to strain to pedal, you can accelerate without raising your heart rate to dangerous levels, and you can stop on a dime. It's basically everything you should have in a mountain bike these days.

It's basically everything my old bike was not.

I have not yet gone out on a big ride with Loraine to see if I can now keep up with her. If I can, cool. If she still rides a little faster than me, that's cool, too. After all, like I said, she is a monster athlete. But either way I know that I will be getting a much more efficient and faster-paced workout, and I don't think she'll have to stop and wait for me. I'm guessing that's a good thing.

I don't know what I'm doing with my old bike yet. For now, I'm just keeping it at work, just in case, for whatever reason, I might need one. Like I mentioned yesterday I used it to head down to the beach on my half day Wednesday, so it does seem like it could come in handy on occasion. Besides, I 've had the bike since the early 90s. It's served me well (that one accident five years ago notwithstanding). It deserves a graceful retirement in one form or another.

I just don't know what that form will be yet.

So that's one of the things I have planned for the weekend, a long ride to see just how good the bike it. I have a feeling the difference between the two bikes with be startling, like going from a Model A to the space shuttle Atlantis.

I'll let you know how it turns out.

Have yourself a great weekend, and if you can, have a great day with your dad Sunday!


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Thursday, 6/14


Now that the insanity of the past week is finished, I was finally able to do a couple of things I've been wanting to do all summer (or what we've had of summer so far). Yesterday, for the first time since (I think) last August, I went to the beach.

It was glorious.

Because the weather was supposed to be nice (and it was), I took a half day yesterday just to do the things I haven't been able to do all year. I went down to McCarty's Cove, just let my toes sink into the sand and the sun wash across my face, and immediately felt better. I don't know why, but there's just something so...zen, at least for me, about walking down a warm & sunny beach that I wish I could do it every single day of the year. I know my mental health would appreciate it.

Now I just have to figure out how to do it while living in Marquette, where it snows nine months of the year. Wish me luck on that.

Aside from the beach I also went running in the midday heat. I know some people (hi, Loraine!) think I'm insane for wanting to run in the absolute worst conditions for running, but what can I say? I like running when it's hot and sticky. I like having sweat pour out of every single pore in my body. And most importantly, I like not having to wear 18 pieces clothing just to make sure body parts don't fall off. It's amazing how much faster and harder you can run when you're not dragging several extra pounds of clothing along with you.

So that was my day yesterday. I wish it was longer, but it was nice just to get away from everything for a bit and do stuff I've wanted to do for a long time. Hopefully, too, it was just the first of many times doing it this summer.

Oh—and I did one more thing, too. I went for a ride on my old bike. That's right...my OLD bike.

The story behind that tomorrow!


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Wednesday, 6/13



Okay. This is the last thing I write about the Great Fire of 1868. Really, it is!

At the beginning of the tour Monday night I showed everyone a picture of downtown Marquette from 1863, to show just how ramshackle and frontier-like the place looked five years before the fire. Specifically, I showed them THIS picture--



It was taken of what is now the 400 south block of Front Street, and was shot from approximately where the Father Marquette statue now sits. Since this block sits just south of where the fire ended, it wasn't affected at all by the blaze. So, at the end of the tour, as we were standing in the parking lot right next to where the picture was taken 155 years ago, I pulled the picture out again and pointed something out. There is a building on that block that actually bore witness to the Great Fire of 1868--

Specifically, the white house in the middle of this picture I took yesterday morning from the same place as the photo taken in 1863--



Don't believe me? Take a look for yourself, side-by-side and 155 years apart.--



That's right; there's still a building existing downtown that was in Marquette during the Great Fire. There are a few more windows in the building now, and the front door has been moved, but it's the same structure. I don't know for sure, but based on what people told me afterward and based on comments I've seen since, that one fact may have stuck with people more than any other. Apparently, several minds were blown that there's a building that old in downtown Marquette.

Who knew that would be one of the big takeaways of the whole thing?

It's funny, too, when you think about it. It's never been an important building or a building of which people have fond memories. Nope; it's just been a building that's held everything from meat market to a tobacco shop to a surfboard store (seriously) to what it is these days; a hair salon. It has a couple of apartments in it, too. It's never been an iconic building, but it's the one building still around that was present when (most) of Marquette burned to the ground.

I'm guessing the people living there don't even know that.

So the next time you're driving down Front Street or you happen to be visiting the Father Marquette statue, look across the street at the unassuming white building. You're looking at (at least) 155 years of history.

You're looking at the only building still standing in downtown Marquette that was there when the city burned in 1868.


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Tuesday, 6/12


Well...that was a lot of fun!

Last's night “Great Fire Tour” went off without a hitch, as I was joined by a whole lot of people on a beautiful evening on the streets of downtown Marquette as I babbled about the fire that almost leveled the city 150 years ago. Just how many people? Well, this many people--



Actually, the picture (borrowed from WJMN Local 3) really doesn't do the crowd justice. I don't know for sure, but someone from the History Center estimated that around 120 people showed up, so we'll go with that number for now. And it's funny; I didn't know if anyone aside from one really dorky history buff even cared about the sesquicentennial of the event.

Guess that goes to show what I know.

Of course, that wasn't the half of it. After I posted yesterday's blog/history lesson about the fire, I shared it on a Facebook group, where it then got picked up by a couple of other sites, and before I knew it 3,359  people (at least as of 8 this morning) had read it.

3,359 people!!

Now, mind you, these babblings usually get around 100 people reading them on any given day. Sometimes it's a little less; on days when I feel like actually promoting it it that number could double or even triple. But to have 3,359 read it blew my mind. Like I said before, I had no idea if anyone even cared, much less having 3,359 people care (or, at least, care enough to read about it) about the history of the great fire.

Maybe there's hope for the world after all. 8-)

So thanks to everyone who showed up for the tour, who sent their apologies for not being able to show up for the tour, who read the blog, or who just sent along a message thanking me for sharing part of Marquette's history. I'm glad you enjoyed it, hopefully at least as much as I enjoyed putting it together.

So once again, thanks.

Oh, by the way.  Look at the picture from Local 3 again.  Notice the guy standing next to me with the speaker on his head?  You may be thinking to yourself, "Self, why is there a guy with a speaker on his head?"  Well, that's my dad, who volunteered to serve as a human speaker stand last night so the 120 people could hear what i was saying.  So thanks a whole bunch, dad!!

Tomorrow, the story of the one building still left in downtown Marquette that bore witness to the fire of 1868.  Then I'll stop talking about it.  Promise.

(jim@wmqt.com)


Monday, June 11, 2018

Monday, 6/11


MONDAY, 6/11:

150 years ago today the city of Marquette burned to the ground.

At the time, Marquette was 19 years old, and like most teenagers had grown up quickly and awkwardly. 4,000 people called it home, and it resembled a frontier town more than the place we've come to know and love today. Buildings were haphazardly constructed along the two main streets—Superior Street and Front Street--and wooden sidewalks allowed pedestrians to avoid the dirt-covered streets (and the waste byproducts of a major form of transportation—horses—then in use).

Front Street, Marquette, a year or so before the fire (Photo Marquette Regional History Center)

Marquette also had no municipal water system, no fire department, and only one hand-operated pump that could be brought down to the lake, filled up, and brought back to town to fight any fire that broke out.

On June 11th, 1868, Marquette was a disaster waiting to happen.

When the sun rose that morning it was a typical day in 1868 Marquette; four wooden docks sat in Lower Harbor, some filled with iron ore waiting to be shipped out, while others were filled with merchandise waiting to be brought ashore. One dock held a very important shipment that had been brought into Marquette the day before—the altar, pews, lumber, and wainscoting that would be used to build a new church, one to be named the First Presbyterian Church. Another dock held the body of a Mr. McGilligan, who had died the previous day while logging and was in his coffin awaiting shipment back home to Canada.

Up the street from the docks, Marquette's nascent business district was starting to take shape. The first ever office building in the Upper Peninsula, the Burt Block, which was on the southeast corner of Front and Main Streets, held the offices of shipping companies, lawyers, a bank established a few years earlier by Peter White—the First National Bank of Marquette—as well as the town's first library, which held 1,500 books.

The Burt Block, which sat at the southeast corner of Front & Main, where the Upfront Building now stands.

While most of Marquette's businesses called Front Street home, Superior Street (which we now call Baraga Avenue) was designed to be Marquette's main street. Almost 100 feet wide, it was home to government offices, as well as a newly constructed city hall, which had just been built at a cost of $3,500 dollars. Above stores and offices on both streets lived the merchants who owned them, while the majority of the city's population lived nearby, on Rock & Fisher Streets, or across the Whetstone Creek in what we now call “South Marquette”.

When all those residents retired that Thursday evening, they had no idea what was about to transpire.

Around 11:30 that evening the night watchman of the Marquette and Ontonagon Railroad, a gentleman named James Anthony was making his rounds at the railroad's machine shop on the southwest corner of Front and Main, right across the street from the Burt Block. He discovered a fire inside the engine room of the shop, and tried to put it out with buckets kept for that purpose, but his efforts were in vain. He blew the fire whistle to alert nearby residents of the blaze, but before anyone had time to react, the fire just took off. Between a gusty wind that night and the massive amount of dried wood used in constructing the area, it quickly spread.

Where the Great Fire of 1868 began.  Then, it was the machine shop of the M&O railroad.  Now, it's a parking lot.

In fact, to use an overused phrase, all hell broke loose. The fire immediately jumped Main Street and seemed to spread in every direction all at once.  It headed north, to a developing area of Marquette called Washington Street, consuming everything in its path. Aided by the wind, it also jumped Front Street, where it quickly imperiled the businesses that sat between Main and Washington Streets.

The intensity of the blaze surprised everyone awoken by commotion. David Scoville, who worked at and lived above the Cummings & Hungerford hardware store on Front, and who spent the early part of the night trying to save the business, wrote in a letter the day after the fire--”The fire swept along as if was fed on nothing but shavings. We worked as long as we could with pails of water to keep the roof free of sparks, which fell as large as my hand in perfect showers. But the fire gained in spite of all we could do, and we commenced in moving goods to the street”.

That didn't help. As soon as merchandise was moved into the streets, it was consumed by fire. Philo Everett, a founder of Marquette, had a home and a store near the corner of Third & Main, and once he saw how strong the fire was started moving his valuables—clothing & furniture—out into the street where he would then take it to safety. However, while it was out in the street waiting for Everett to load it onto a wagon, sparks from the fire landed on the material, which then all went up in flames.

The fire's next victim was the Burt Block across the street. Seeing what was happening to businesses around his, Peter White made a decision that may have helped speed up whatever recovery Marquette was going to have to make after the fire burned out. He emptied his bank safe of all its records and cash, brought them down to the harbor, and sent them out on a boat into the water with several employees, telling them not to come back into the disaster had passed. This was in the days before the FDIC, so if the money burned with the bank, the cash would be lost forever.

Shortly after doing that, the Burt Block, home to Peter White's First National Bank of Marquette, collapsed in a pile of ash.

The fire also quickly spread down to the water, where it consumed several sawmills that sat near the shore, and three out of the four major ore docks. The Marquette & Ontonagon, Jackson, and Lake Superior docks were destroyed, along with any merchandise sitting on them, including all the material for the soon to be built First Presbyterian Church.

Said David Scoville, the gentleman who'd been working to save his hardware store on Front Street, ”the longest burning dock presented a most beautiful appearance, being about a quarter mile long running out into the lake, all wrapped up in flames.”

Having consumed almost every structure north of Main Street and down to the water, the fire was also moving south. In fact, it may have been so strong that it started to cause its own winds, which would've pushed it even harder. Everyone who could was helping out; the Hurley & Freeman livery stables sent every wagon and horse team they had to help merchants remove the stocks from their stores and bring it to safety. There just wasn't much left to save.

There was also something else to consider. The fire was moving south at a rapid clip. If it kept going, it would soon reach the area of the city where the vast majority of the 4,000 residents lived. While no one had yet died fighting the fire in the business district, the same probably would not be said if it reached the residential area.

There was one dock that had not yet been touched by the fire, the Cleveland & Spear Dock, which was set a little away from the others at foot of Superior Street. The steamer Northwest was berthed at the dock, and they tried to use the ship's fire hose to help fight the fire. However, it was just too far away from the flames to be of any help. Since the city's one hand-driven pump wasn't of much use in fighting the fire on land, the decision was made to bring it down to the dock, and hope that it, in tandem with the hose on the Northwest, could save the dock.

Before long, the fire reached Superior Street, where it consumed the structures sitting on the north side of the street—the brand new city hall, the U.S. Land office, and even the Mining Journal offices. Business and home owners on the other side of the street raced to empty their buildings of valuables, and brace for the inevitable destruction that was heading their way. Officials also begin to evacuate the residents whose homes on Rock and Fisher Streets could soon fall victim to the blaze.

Only, the fire never reached them. Having consumed everything in its path, the fire could not jump the 100 foot width of Superior Street, Marquette's main street. Four hours after it started, the fire finally died down, killed by what we now call Baraga Avenue.

The damage was widespread. Everything from Bluff Street down to Superior Street, and from Fourth Street to the lake shore, was gone. In all, 100 buildings were destroyed, and 40 families, mostly families of local merchants, were homeless. But in hindsight that was nothing compared to what could've happened if the fire had jumped across Superior Street.

The day after the Great Fire, taken from Blaker Street behind what is now the Landmark Inn (Photo Marquette Regional History Center)

Aside from the buildings destroyed in the fire, three of the four docks in the harbor had been destroyed, along with 40 ore cars, 500 tons of pig iron, 192 of limestone, and 80,000 feet of lumber. The city library was gone, as was the town hall and all city records. The U.S. land office lost all of the deeds & records it held, along with $10,000 in cash (which would be $190,000 today). The only stores left in Marquette were a butcher shop and a hardware store on the south side of Superior Street.

In all damage caused by the fire was $1.5 million, which would be over $26 million today. Only 20 percent of damage was covered by insurance, which means that in today's dollars over 20 million bucks went up in smoke.

Surprisingly, no one died, although the body of Mr. McGilligan had been given an unexpected cremation on one of the docks. Only two people were injured—Mr. Cole, hurt by a falling timber, and an unnamed known man whose face was burned.

The rebuilding of Marquette started almost immediately, even before cleanup was finished. Peter White brought his bank records and deposits back on shore when the fire died down, and opened for business the next morning at 9. Because there were no buildings left standing, they set up in a shanty in the railroad yards just south of the Cleveland & Spear Dock, where they made a counter of planks laid across two pork barrels. From there, they started handing out the money that would go toward the rebuilding of Marquette.

James Wilkinson, a Marquette lawyer who had his office in the Burt Block, wrote “I am surprised at the amount of the pluck being exhibited by business men. They are beginning to rebuild, are putting up temporary shacks, and the prospect is that the business portion of the town will soon be rebuilt.”

The Cleveland & Spear dock was running 24 hours a day, not just for that company but for merchants shipping materials in and and other iron companies shipping ore out. In fact, George Spear once joked that the family fortune was made right after the great fire, with the non stop use of the dock. Most stores reopened in temporary facilities within a month, and even the First Presbyterian Church was able to get new material shipped to Marquette and had their first service at Christmas of 1868.

Less than a year after the fire--March 3rd, 1869, to be specific--Peter White, Samuel Ely, and Frederick Wetmore established the Marquette Water & Fire Board, and led a bond drive to raise the funds to purchase a $55,000 fire system (which would be worth almost a million dollars today). The system gave the city a network of hydrants, as well as several horse-drawn firefighting trucks. It also allowed the city to put together its first water delivery system to residential homes, the underpinnings of the system we still use today.

It took several years, but the city did begin to rise from the ashes of the inferno. To make sure it never happened again, the city banned the use of wood as a downtown building material. Builders turned to readily available local materials—especially sandstone—and within a few years, Marquette's downtown had recovered and began to take a shape that's familiar to residents these days--

The rebuilt downtown Marquette, 1905.  Photo Michigan State Historical Society.


Since then, there have been major fires in Marquette, and several of the city's iconic buildings—the Opera House, the Nester Block, and the First Baptist Church among others—were lost. But never again did the city have to suffer through such a disaster as the Great Fire of 1868, a disaster that almost wiped Marquette off the face of the earth.

A disaster that occurred 150 years ago today.




Friday, June 8, 2018

Friday, 6/8


The lilacs have started to die.

It's funny, but it only takes a week or two after the most wonderful time of the year starts for the saddest time of the year to begin, the time when the lilac buds start to wilt and fall off their branches.. I know that's the natural life cycle of the plant, but it seems that every year it catches me by surprise. Every year I notice it beginning and silently shout “No, not yet!”.

Still it happens.

This year, it seems a little strange, as well, as right next to plants that are wilting are plants that still haven't yet fully budded. That may add a day or two to the sniffing season, but I'm sure that they will soon go the way of their lilac brethren and start slowly falling off the tree.

Of course, that's what makes lilac season so special. It isn't very long; so you have to enjoy it while you can. It's kind of like the Christmas season; or, at least, the was the Christmas season used to be before radio stations started playing Christmas music in September and that lazy neighbor down the street started leaving their decorations up until July. It's just here for a very short period of time, and you have to cram as much enjoyment into that period as you can.

Because, then, it's gone.

I've heard from a couple of people who've driven past and have noticed me with my nose stuck in a lilac bush. They almost seemed surprised that I like lilacs as much as I say do when I write about them. I don't know why they thought that; I really DO like them as much as I write about them. And since the season for them is so short, odds are you will see me with my nose in them.

After all, you only have a few days in which you can sniff. You have to make the most of them.

And with that, I'm off to do not one, not two, but THREE different TV interviews about the Great Fire of 1868 and/or the tour I'm giving about it Monday. Have yourself a great weekend, and look ahead to Monday—I'll share the whole story of the fire, just in case you can't make it to the tour.

But you WILL try & make it, right?

8-)


Thursday, June 7, 2018

Thursday, 6/7


It’s Marquette. You don’t need to turn your car alarm on!

Because of where I live and where I work, I have the joy of hearing two or three car alarms going off every single day. Most of them are shut down quite quickly; however, there’s always one alarm that goes on and on and on and on and on. It’s then that I think two things--the first is a wish that their car battery is near death so the alarm ends soon. The second is that it’s Marquette; do you REALLY need to turn your car alarm on?

I mean, look at the daily police log in the Mining Journal. You see a lot of problems with public drunkenness, 911 hang-ups, fender benders, and my personal favorite of all time, reports of “Pomeranians walking down street wearing sweaters”. You DON’T see a lot of reports of stolen cars or of people breaking into vehicles. When you do hear about incidents like that it’s because a car was left unlocked and with the keys in the ignition. And when you do that, well, you’re just asking for trouble. So while you may need a little sensibility when parking your car, do you really need to set an alarm? Odds are, your car is gonna be safe.

Really, it is.

Here, in fact, is a little proof about that. Those of you who've read this forever may remember a little sociology experiment I tried six or seven years ago. We had a DVD player that died. It worked fine except for the fact that the door that allowed you to put the disc in the machine stopped functioning. It was a dead machine, but it looked almost brand new. So after it died, I stuck it in the back seat of my car (yes, I had a car back then), along with its remote, and it sat there for almost a year, in full view of anyone walking by. And you know what?

No one took it.

If there was a rampant epidemic of car break-ins in Marquette, you’d assume that my old DVD player would’ve been removed from my car back then. But you know what? It never was. It sat in the same place for almost twelve months and not once tempted any of the miscreants that MUST be out there, at least based on the number of car alarms that are set by people who try to scare those miscreants off.

Of course, my experience may be different that others. Maybe I live in a safe neighborhood; maybe I was lucky. But remember that my car sat in my driveway for days at a time without being moved and without anyone watching it like a hawk. I kept it locked, but anything in it--like a dead DVD player--was out in the open for the world to see. Yet it was never been broken into, and nothing in it—including a DVD player—was ever stolen from it.

It’s Marquette. Do you REALLY need to set your car alarm?

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If you're curious, the presentation to Rotary West went quite well yesterday. No one fell asleep, and no one threw up. So I guess it was a winner!

8-)



Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Wednesday, 6/6


All of a sudden, the next few days have become really, really busy.

I don't know how it happened; I suppose the fact that I have a long-documented inability to say “no” to anything played a big part on it. But between today and Monday I have--

-A program today at noon at the Marquette West Rotary about D-Day.

-Three TV interviews on Friday (giving new meaning to my old History Center nickname, “Jim Koski, Media Wh*re”).

-A live broadcast for a few hours at Meijer on Sunday.

-The walking tour for the 150th anniversary of The Great Marquette Fire Monday night.

Then, I guess, I can relax.

It's weird. I knew I had most of these events coming up, and because I've either done them before or don't need to do much (if any) preparation for them, I haven't had to do much (if any) advance thinking about things. And I think that's part of the “problem” Usually, when I have a big show or tour I've never done before, I spend weeks beforehand researching, writing, and rehearsing, so I'm aware that it's rapidly approaching. But the D-Day show is something we've done before. I have done some new work on the Fire Tour, but it's been nothing compared to what I usually do. And I can do TV interviews and remotes in my sleep (sometimes literally). So I understand why all these events, in a five day span of time, kind of skipped my notice.

My bad.

Never fear, though; to quote a great American philosopher, I will survive. I'll just have to start paying a little more attention to the big calendar on my office wall, the calendar where I write everything down, the calendar that's supposed to help me remember not to schedule too many things in too few days.

You know, THAT calendar.

I don't think my insanity should impact these babblings too much, although if I DO have to resort to a “best of” one of these days, consider this your apology in advance. Now, with that, I'm off to make sure I have everything I need for the Rotary presentation in a few hours. Details on how it goes tomorrow!



Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Tuesday, 6/5


Who knew so many people liked the song?

Loraine and I were at lunch at a local establishment Saturday, enjoying our food and taking in the selection of late 60s/early 70s music being played. Most of it was forgettable and/or cheesy, and it was just treated as background noise by the people in the restaurant. However, when one song came on, people stopped talking and started listening. A few even started singing or humming along.

It was cool.

It was kind of amazing, too, because I didn't think many people remembered the song. I sure do; in fact, it's one of “Jim's Top Five Songs Ever Recorded (TM)”, a song that I have loved since I was a kid. In fact, it's one of those songs like, “September” or “Superstition”, that I can listen to over & over & over again. It's also perhaps the best example of one of my favorite kinds of music, Philly Soul. It was written and produced by a master, and even 45-some years after it was recorded it can still cause an entire restaurant of people tapping their toes and humming along.

That song? “I'll Be Around” by The Spinners.



Like I said, I was flabbergasted when people sitting around us started humming the song, and one of the workers at the place even started singing along. I mean, it's not a song you hear a lot these days. It's not a song that's filled with power or deep meaning. But maybe that's the key to it. It's a simple song; three chords, strings and horns, and amazing vocals. When you have someone like the immortal Thom Bell sticking all of those those together, you end up with three minutes and thirty seconds of musical magic.

Musical magic that, apparently, still shines through four and a half decades after it was originally released.

I'm sure that everyone who was humming or singing along with the song didn't give it a second thought. Heck, they might not even have realized that they were even doing it. But that just goes to show the power of the song. I'm sure those people aren't like some dorks and consider it one of the five greatest tunes ever recorded. The people humming and singing along just know that they like it.

And that's all that matters.


Monday, June 4, 2018

Monday, 6/4


Yes, I'm already getting my shopping list up to date.

I know it's still two and a half months before we head to Germany, but when you have a few free seconds, like I did during the rain Sunday afternoon, I like to work ahead a little, just in case the run up to the actually trip is hectic (and spoiler alert—it's almost ALWAYS hectic). Loraine's actually better at it than am I; she has this pre-trip checklist, and one of the items on it is “shopping list”, where we’re supposed to write down all the kinds of chocolate we need to look for and pick up. If we’re going to France or to Belgium (especially Belgium), this is very important, because those two countries have chocolate to which I’m addicted. But Germany?

Not so much.

Don’t get me wrong; Germany does have good chocolate. But it’s not chocolate to which I’m addicted. For whatever reason, I don’t find Ritter or Milka chocolate quite as essential to my life as Cote D’Or or Galler. So whenever we go to Germany I don’t have a chocolate “list”, I just pick up whatever I find interesting (as the one year that Milka had a white chocolate/green tea/lime bar, or that blueberry/lavender bar about which I was enthusing last week) and then sample it along the way.

But when I go to Germany, there’s one permanent thing on my list—





This may be the single greatest cereal on the face of the planet. I know; I babble a lot about how good French cereals can be, but this one tops them all. It’s Koln’s Schoko/Kirsch Muesli; it has dried cherries and shaved bits of dark chocolate tossed in with oatmeal-like flakes of oat, and it all topped with little round pieces of chocolate cereal. It may sound weird, but the taste is so sublime—but then, anything with real cherries and dark chocolate would be sublime—that it’s something you could eat an entire box of in one sitting. I wouldn’t recommend it; it’s so rich that after a couple of servings your stomach wants to explode. Sure it may be the best tasting stomach explosion ever, but it would still be a stomach explosion.

However, the cereal’s so good it may be worth it.

So that’s the one & only thing on my list to make sure I bring home. I’ll actually get a box and munch on it while we’re over there; the other box (or two, or three) will come home with me to enjoy as long as the cereal—or my stomach—holds out.

Twelve weeks and one day before I'll have a chance to pick it up!



Friday, June 1, 2018

Friday, 6/1


Oh, c'mon. Did you really think I could get through the week without doing it?

Being the good little boy I am I skipped out of work for a bit yesterday, camera in hand, to shoot a few pictures of lilacs. I mean, that was the stated reason I skipped out of work—to get pictures for today's blog. And that's a legitimate excuse for leaving work, right? And when you think of it that way, the fact that I spent more time sniffing the lilacs than shooting them was just an added benefit for me and was in no way me shirking my work responsibilities, right?

Right?

Anyway, because I left work to sniff them shoot them, here there are!









You can smell them just by looking at the pictures, can't you?  And I wasn't the only one out enjoying their lovely fragrance, either. Mr. Bee was out “working” at the same time I was out “working”.



Yes, I know. I said it to start the week, and I'll say it again to end the week. My name is Jim, and I'm a lilac-holic. What are you gonna do?

On that note, have yourself a great weekend. Get out and sniff them, if you have the chance!