Monday, June 30, 2025

Monday, 6/30

It's a good thing I remembered.

As I was out running this morning I was going through the list of everything I've done in the past week and a half. As we all know, it's been insane, but there was a strange satisfaction in looking at everything I've accomplished & knowing it'll all be for the good.

But there was something nagging at me while I mentally running through the list. It seems like there something else I had meant to do but totally forgot. I wasn't sure if I was just imagining it or not, but there was something in the back of my head telling me there was one more thing I had planned on doing but hadn't yet done.

When I got home I, as usual, grabbed something to eat and then jumped in the shower, two things I do every Monday. And that is when I remembered what else I had forgotten to do. You see, with running and showering and breakfasting and everything else going on, my Monday mornings are usually very busy, so I try to take care of a few things the day before. That's when it struck me. That's when I remembered the one thing my brain was trying to tell me I'd forgotten to do.

I had forgotten to write my blog—this one you're reading right now.

Oops.

So in the (looking at the clock) 12 minutes since then, I've turned on my laptop and pounded these words out. Any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors? You know why. Any garbed syntax or very wordy run on sentences? Blame the (now) 13 minutes. Me running 13 minutes behind schedule and now having my entire morning routine thrown off?

That's all on me.

Sigh. Sometimes I amaze even myself. It's usually not in a good way, but sometimes I amaze even myself.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, June 27, 2025

Friday, 6/27

I will give Marquette's Downtown Development Authority a lot of credit. The flowers are gorgeous.

As they do every year, the DDA has planted flower boxes along a four or five block section of west Washington Street. This year, the flowers were different. Some were flower-flowers, while other were vegetables, which not only means there will be produce growing around downtown, but lots of colors that we normally don't get to see along the street, including orange--



Yellow--



All various types of red--



A light purple--



And a very dark purple that, for some reason, really seemed to stand out during the fog & rain of yesterday--



So like I said—kudos to the DDA. The next time you're walking down Washington Street, take a look, enjoy the colors, and see if you agree.

Oh—and have a great weekend!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, June 26, 2025

Thursday, 6/26

I don't know if we'll get a medal or not, but Loraine and I have become casualties of the trade war.

As you may be aware, Loraine and I kinda like Europe. During the years we don't travel over there (like this year) we'll buy stuff from some of our favorite places, just to make sure they don't forget us. So far this year we've purchased chocolate, soccer jerseys, more chocolate, a couple of music CDs, and even more chocolate, all without incident.

And then came the soccer ball.

We saw a neat looking ball made by Derbystar, the official ball supplier of the German Bundesliga, and decided to treat ourselves to it. It was actually fairly inexpensive, especially for a soccer ball, with a cost (in US dollars) of about 45 bucks, plus shipping. We were looking forward to playing with it, but then a week after we ordered it we received an e-mail from DHL, telling us they had paid the $20.09 tariff on the ball, and if we wanted it we needed to reimburse them.

Yikes.

With all the crap going on these days we knew this would probably happen one day. In fact, we noticed that some of the chocolate we had recently purchased was more expensive than usual, probably to make up for the tariffs that are now applied to (seemingly) everything. But Derbystar apparently didn't add the taxes to our order, so when DHL put the package through Customs they were charged an (almost) 50% tariff, which they then passed along to us.

All for a cute soccer ball.

As you know, I try to steer clear of politics in here, because we're 1). inundated enough with it in the real world, and b). it's divisive. No matter what you say, half the people reading will disagree with you, and start leaving spammy comments. But an (almost) 50% tariff on a soccer ball? Really? There's so much more I could say about that, but I'm following my own rule, and keeping my mouth shut.

After all, I'm not an idiot.

The soccer ball should be here in a few days, and the we'll get to kick it around. We'll just have to remember that it's our special soccer ball, the first victim we've met of our (for better or worse) brand-new trade war.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Wednesday, 6/25

Well, THAT was an interesting experience.

As I mentioned yesterday. I had a unique opportunity, to be one of the “talking heads” in a video /podcast/interview done by Destination:Think, a group that puts together productions about how communities deal with nature, change, and tourism.

And since Marquette has all three of those, you can see why they were in town.

So for an hour yesterday morning I sat in the History Center and answered questions. I have no idea if my answers were any good or what the producers were looking for, but answer the questions I did.

Good thing I'm not camera shy, huh?

8-)

We touched on many things, including Marquette as a community, how it's changed over the years, and how tourism shapes it the way it is today. We also talked about the tours I give and what kind of legacy I hope the people who attend them walk away with, and after we were done I was asked one final question that I really couldn't answer--

Is there one historical story I tell that kind of sums up Marquette, both the way it was and the way it is?

There are very few instances in which I'm left speechless, but this was one. It was a GREAT question; unfortunately, I couldn't think of a suitable answer off the top of my head. I eventually came up with an answer about how all the little stories make up Marquette's one big story. Even now, almost a day later, I don't know that there's just one story that encapsulates the rich tapestry of this magical place, but it sure has made me think.

And who knows—maybe one day, I'll actually have an answer.

I have no idea when any of this material may be used. When I'll find out, I'll pass it along. Not because I'm in it (I'm on video waaaaaaaay too much as it is) but because I'm curious as to what final story will be told by the nice people putting it together.

I just hope I was able to add a little to it, in my own geeky way.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Tuesday, 6/24

You know how my life is weird? Well, it's so weird that I have to be somewhere at 9 am to be the guest on a video podcast.

That's how weird my life is these days.

The full story on this latest descent into weirdness tomorrow. But because I don't want to leave you empty handed, here's something from nine years ago that's as applicable today as it was back then.

Honest!

(jim@wmqt.com)

*****

(as originally posted 6/28/16)

I had to laugh when I recently received a note that said, basically, “You know how to drive”?

Yes, I do. And thanks for noticing!

The note was from a downtown acquaintance of mine, one who sees me (and usually Loraine) walking everywhere we go. As you know, we do that for many reasons—for exercise, for the environment, and because it’s nice in Marquette in the summer. Why WOULDN’T you want to walk if you could? Anyway, this acquaintance said she was driving through downtown when she noticed me in our (well, technically, Loraine's ) car, in the opposite lane waiting for a stoplight. She had to look several times because she just couldn’t believe that I was behind the wheel of a car.

A foreign concept, I’m sure, but not a totally illogical one. While it’s true I don’t drive at all during the week and try to avoid it if I can during the weekend, I still do hop behind the wheel of a car on occasion, if only because I do need to get some groceries I can’t within walking distance (and it’s kind of hard to pick up several bags at Econo or Super One and then ride home with them on your bike) and because my dad, who knows everything there is to know about cars, keeps telling me that we do have to start it up and drive it every once in a blue moon, if only so the parts in the car actually move and get used, like they’re designed to do.

Hence, that’s why my acquaintance saw me behind the wheel.

Loraine and I actually get a lot of people who mention they’ve seen us walking here and there, and some of the people who say it have a small bit of incredulity in their voice, like it’s really strange that they see us walking instead of driving everywhere. Why is that strange? Up until 70 or 80 years ago, people did the vast majority of their in-town traveling on foot. You didn’t hop into your car to drive three blocks to get a gallon of milk; you walked to the store, picked it up, and walked back home with it. Getting into your car and driving everywhere is a fairly recent phenomena. And I hafta sometimes wonder--is it a coincidence that this fairly recent phenomena matches up with both global climate change and the ever-expanding waistlines of most Americans?

Besides, I like walking. I always have. I used to walk to school; 3 blocks to Whitman, half a mile to Bothwell, and all across town to Marquette Senior High School. When I was in college, I used to live several miles from the buildings where I had most of my classes at Michigan State, yet I hoofed it there, often several times a day. In fact, the only time in my life I don’t remember walking is when I worked in Flint, and that was only because I wanted to live long enough to move away from Flint.

Which, thankfully, I did.

The note I received wasn’t the first of its kind that I’ve received, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. After all, I plan on walking as much as I can as long as I can. In fact, I often joke to my nieces that they’ll be introducing their children (and grand-children) to their crazy Uncle Jim as “the one who’s always walking everywhere”. Of course, that’s when Loraine usually adds, and I quote, “And talking to himself, too”. But that, however, is a tale for another day.

See you on the streets!

(jim@wmqt.com), walker.

Monday, June 23, 2025

Monday, 6/23

What did we ever do before digital cameras?

I mean, I know we took pictures on an archaic media format called, if I remember correctly, “film”, but how did we share them with people? Did we have to actually stand in front of them and show them the pictures in person? Did we have to stick them in something that, if I remember correctly, was once called “the mail” and send them to our intended recipient, who would then, after waiting two or three days, get them?

Boy. How did people even live back then?

8-)

The reason I bring that up Loraine's brother was visiting this past weekend, and they were talking about old pictures various relatives may (or may not) have had, and whether or not they've ever had the chance to scan them and, in the process, have a little family history just a mouse click away. They also went through a bunch of old photographs in boxes that Loraine's had forever, to make sure there wasn't anything missing from their respective digital collections.

I think we’ve all become so used to a world where a photograph we take is immediately available for all the planet to see that we’ve forgotten just how different is used to be. And we’re not talking 30 or 40 or 50 or 100 years ago; nope, we’re talking the 21st century. I mean, think about it—when did YOU get your first digital camera? I know for me it was 2003, which means that everything I shot before then (and, admittedly, it wasn’t much) is stuck somewhere in one of Loraine’s boxes. In the (metaphorical) blink of an eye we’ve gone from taking a few pictures, sending them off to get developed, and then showing them to people in person, to (as an example from a few weekends ago) taking a picture of freshly blooming lilacs, uploading it immediately to Facebook, and having 6 people “like” it within the first minute.

I wonder what people 100 years ago, or even 30 years ago, would’ve thought about that? Sure, we don’t have our robot maids or our flying cars or world peace, like they said we would, but we have pictures literally on demand.

Oh well. I guess it’s a start, right?

(jim@wmqt.com)


Friday, June 20, 2025

Friday, 6/20

First of all, it went quite well, thanks for asking--


That's just part of the 150 or so people who joined me Wednesday night for the “Wild Wild West” walking tour. The rain that hit just south of Marquette never made it to the city, and we were able to get across all the streets without incident.

So in my book, it was a win-win. Since Wednesday, I've had people ask if I'll be doing it again, either because they were afraid of the rain or because they had other things going on. You know what?

Don't be surprised if, sometime later this summer (AFTER my bar tour, he says with a laugh) we do it again.

8-)

Now, onto the other important topic at hand--happy first day of summer!

I was speaking with one of my meteorologists on the air once about the longest and shortest days of the year, focusing on the fact that on 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!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Wednesday, 6/18

Well, tonight's the night we see how it turns out.

Tonight is the first big Jim Koski ™ History Center tour for the year, the "Wild Wild West: The Forgotten History of West Washington Street" bit that I've been babbling about in here since, oh, January. I have no doubt that the tour itself will be a blast--I've collected some amazing stories, after all--but the one thing I AM worried about is crowd size, and if anyone will die during it.

I'm mostly joking about the last bit, but maybe not.

The first part of the tour will be going up Washington Street from Fourth to Seventh, along some very narrow sidewalks. I've walked the route several times, and I'll admit I'm a little worried that if we get the usual crowd of two to three hundred that there will be no place for everyone to stand as we head down one of Marquette's busiest streets. I mean, we've arranged to have a Boy Scout troop act as crowd control, and the Marquette City Police say they'll try to be there when we try to cross the street, but still--

250 people on narrow sidewalks next to an heavily trafficked street. Past experience has shown it'll be fine, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed nonetheless.

It gets underway at 630 at the History Center if you'd like to brave the odds & join us. We'll head up Fourth, cross Washington there, then cross again at Seventh before heading back to the History Center via the bike path. So if you feel like tempting the odds, you're more than welcome to join us and hear stories about what used to be there, what changed the street 100 years ago this year, and hear tales ranging from a dude to drove a car for 100 hours straight to what I think may be the only documented act of terrorism in Marquette's history.

Like I said, it should be a fun one. Hope you can join us!

*****

I'll let you know how it turned out, although I won't be doing it tomorrow. Juneteenth is a corporate holiday, so I have the day off, but I'll be back Friday with all the details on how the tour went.

And hopefully, they won't be gory details!

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Tuesday, 6/17

Summer is coming one day soon, right?

Right?????

As you may have noticed by some of the whining I've done in here recently, we have not had a very nice summer so far this “summer”. Even though (technically) the first day of summer is this Friday, it really hasn't felt like summer. And even though (technically) the first day of summer is this Friday, the forecast for the day (at least for now) seems more apt for the end of April than it does the longest day of the year.

So...yuck.

Never one to waste an opportunity to whine about the weather, I channeled my displeasure at how the year's been unfolding so far into my TV piece last night. I'd like to think it both turned out well and made a cogent point; however, if you're sick of someone (cough cough) complaining about the “summer” so far, feel free to disagree.

See what you think for yourself, whether or not you agree, and whether or not I should shut my yap in the subject any day now.

8-)



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, June 16, 2025

Monday, 6/16

I don't know why, but those are the saddest headstones you see when walking through a cemetery.

As you know, Loraine and I spend a lot of time in Marquette's Park Cemetery, often just walking through it on a nice summer day and enjoying the beauty of nature all around us. Recently we've started gazing at headstones for one certain thing, a thing that the thought of makes me shake my head with a little bit of grief.

Here's an example--



If you ponder it for a second, if you do the math in your head, you realize that Mary lived another 44 years after her husband died and never remarried. She, from the looks of it, spent the last four and a half decades of her life alone.

That's what makes me sad.

This isn't the worst example we've seen, either. One of the guys Loraine's researching died in Normandy just after D-Day, just a few months after marrying a woman. His widow never remarried; she died in 2004 sixty years after her husband was killed in 1944. After being married just a few months she spent the rest of her life—six decades—alone.

That's just something I can't fathom. I mean, I understand the concept of having a soulmate, someone without whom you can't live. I get it. I'd like to think that I'm lucky enough to have someone like that in my life. But to go fifty or sixty years without anyone else, to basically shut part of your life off because your soulmate is no longer around?

Maybe it's just me, but that just doesn't seem to be right.

Now I can understand how someone can go a few years without another partner; after all, you're still recovering from a sudden loss, and wondering if your heart can ever open that much again. But I'd like to think that everyone has it in them, once they've begun to heal, to find someone else. That person may not be your first soulmate, but who's to say they can't be your second? Life, at least to me, seems to be better when you have someone with whom to share it. And to shut yourself off to that after just a few months or a few years, just because your partner is no longer around...

I dunno. Maybe I'm weird that way. But it just seems sad to me.

I've made Loraine jokingly promise that if I get gunned down in a mass shooting she'll find someone else. I'm not planning on getting gunned down in a mass shooting (although these days you never know), but the thought of anyone—especially someone I love—being alone for decades is just too sad of a thought to bear. And it's something that happens more often than you'd think, at least if you notice certain headstones when walking through the cemetery.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, June 13, 2025

Friday, 6/13 (!)

Yes, I actually do have a list. Because, you know, I'm a geek.

During yesterday's entry on the late great Brian Wilson I mentioned that he was one of the four musical geniuses of the 20th century. That led several of you—Holly in Marquette and Chelsee from “around Chicago”--to ask, and I'm quoting here, “You have a list of the four greatest musical geniuses of the 20th century”?

Well, of course I do. Doesn't everyone?

8-)

Brian Wilson was obviously one of the four, although on the list in my head they're not ranked in any order other than, perhaps, chronological. Of the four, there's not a number one, nor is there a runner-up or someone in “last”. They're all geniuses who changed the course of music history, and left (or are leaving) a catalog of work that's unsurpassed, music that we'll be listening to for decades (if not centuries) to come.

Those four, in chronological order?

George Gershwin

Brian Wilson

Paul McCartney

Stevie Wonder

If you had a list of the four greatest music geniuses of the 20th century, your list might not include those particular four. It might not even include any of the four (although then I'd look at you with a skewed eye and, perhaps, judge you silently). But I'll give you the reasons why those are my four geniuses--

“Rhapsody in Blue”

“Good Vibrations”

“Eleanor Rigby”

“Superstition”

I mean, each of those four is so much more than just the works I listed, but if you have any doubts as to why they're on the list, those four works are why. Like I said, your opinions may vary, and that's cool. But that's who's on my list and just a few reasons why. Because, as we all know. I'm a geek.

Have a great weekend. I don't like having to say this in June, but I must. Stay warm!!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Thursday, 6/12

To put it in words he'd probably himself use, that's a major bummer.

One of the four true musical geniuses of the 20th century died yesterday. Brian Wilson had not been in good health for a long time, so it wasn't entirely unexpected, but whenever someone of his stature passes away, it is indeed a “major bummer”. I've written in here quite often about not only my love of his music, but for my admiration of what he's gone through in his life and how he overcame it.

So much so, that Loraine and I even flew to Boston for 32 hours back in 2016 to get this picture taken--



(He's the one on the left with his eyes closed, if you're keeping score at home).

Well, actually, we flew there to see him perform with the Boston Symphony and it was, if I may say so myself, quite the night. You didn't go to a Brian Wilson concert back then to hear him sing; after all, his voice was shot by decades of drugs and mental health issues. You were there because you wanted to celebrate both his life and his music.

And what a musical legacy it was.

In fact, there are two overriding memories I took away from the concert. The first was when he, his band, and the Symphony were doing “Good Vibrations” and the cello players in the Symphony kept looking at each other with big smiles on their faces, as if saying “Can you believe we're playing 'Good Vibrations' with Brian Wilson”?

The other was during the encore, when his band (one of the best I've heard live, by the way) were cranking through a medley of early Beach Boys hits, and by the time they got to “Fun Fun Fun” I saw an 80-ish year old lady in the balcony, dressed up in a fur jacket, dancing in the aisle.

You don't get to see many things like that in your life. And I only got to see them because of Brian Wilson.

So while I'm sad that old age and creeping dementia finally got the best of him, I'll always have the memories of that night, and of all of the awe inspiring music that came out of that uniquely creative mind of his.

I don't know that there will be another person quite like him for a long, long, time.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Wednesday, 6/11

157 years ago today, Marquette burned to the ground.

The Great Fire of 1868 was perhaps THE defining moment in Marquette history. In a four hour span a large chunk of of the city burned, the rest of it spared by the width of a street. And from those ashes rose the amazing place we live in (or visit) today.

So to mark the anniversary, here's a video I made five years ago. In your mind, change the opening line to “157 years”. And be thankful that we're a whole lot more safety conscious than people were back in 1868.



(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Tuesday, 6/10

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.



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, June 9, 2025

Monday, 6/9

I'm amazed that people living in Marquette in the 60s and 70s made it out of those decades with any functioning brain cells.

As you may know, one of my history projects this summer is a Jim Koski ™ walking tour bars in Marquette. Since I'm not much of a bar fly, and since I wasn't old enough to drink in the 60s and the 70s, I used Facebook this weekend to ask people who were barflys and who were old enough to share any stories they had about what happened in the city, drinking-wise, during those decades.

Boy, did they have the stories.

Now while I don't drink, I do know what happens when you mix a bunch of people and a lot of alcohol. Sometimes, you make life-long memories (assuming, of course, you remember what happens), and sometimes you're digging through your car seats wondering if you have enough money to make bail. So I wasn't surprised by a lot of the stories people shared with me on Facebook.

What I was surprised by was the fact that they're willing to admit what they did.

It's funny; I offered people the chance to share their stories anonymously, but no one did. I fact, every single story shared (including some that could, at least back then, lead to arrest) were shared with pride to the entire group of people who were answering the question, some of whom then, miraculously, recalled THEIR part in the antics. I'm not judging anyone; after all, these stories should lead to a hilarious program, and I'm thankful for the honesty. I just have to chuckle at the fact that not one single person took my up on my offer of anonymity.

I guess with the passage of time comes pride in what happened back then. Or, at the very least, with the passage of the statute of limitations comes pride in what happened back then.

Anyway, I really appreciate the stories people shared. You know how most of my programs are history with a little stand-up comedy sprinkled in? Well, I have a feeling this one will be stand-up comedy with a little history sprinkled in. In fact, some of those will be stories you may not believe.

Trust me on that.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, June 6, 2025

Friday, 6/6

For those of you wondering—yes, I HAVE been sniffing lilacs to the exclusion of almost everything else.

Did you expect anything different?

Not only have I been sniffing the greatest flowers (or, more technically, the greatest tree leaves) on the face of the Earth, I've also been snapping a few pictures of them. After all, they're only around for a week, week and a half at most; it's really a shame (at least in my weird opinion) if you don't take advantage of them while they're here. It is, after all, one of those classic “use it or lose it” situations, and I know on which side of that equation I would much rather err.

So here we go, starting with what some people might consider to be paradise--



And then there's this...



And this...



And this...



And this...



And then there's this one. While I took the above shots yesterday, this one I took at the end of last week, when it was wet, chilly, and the lilacs hadn't yet fully come out. Yet there's just something...atmospheric about this particular one--



I've said this before, and I'll say this again. Hi, I'm Jim, and I'm a lilacholic. So you know what I'll be sniffing a whole bunch of this weekend.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Thursday, 6/5:

 To quote a great American philosopher...oops.  I did it again.

You know how I've written in here about writing a lot these days and then, in my haste to move onto the next project, forget what I've written?  Well, that happened again yesterday when someone send me a text telling me how much then enjoyed the "article that was in the 'Mining Journal'".  My first thought was that they must be behind in their reading, and were letting me know about my Memorial Day bit from a week or two ago.

But then I realized I wrote another one, too.

So, with that in mind, and because I'm (apparently) a moron who forgets what he writes, here IS that article, a promo piece for the "Wild Wild West" tour that takes place in 13 days.  Hopefully, there aren't any more forgotten newspaper articles out there, but these days?

You never know

(jim@wmqt.com)
    

                    *****

AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPH

By Jim Koski

Marquette Regional History Center

The picture is, perhaps, the starkest example of how much Marquette has changed in the past 75 years.



The photograph, taken in 1950 from the roof of the current Mining Journal building, evokes old New York City more than it does the Marquette of anyone’s memory. On a corner that’s now nothing more than a parking lot–the northwest portion of the intersection of Washington and Fourth Streets–sat the Green Block, a three story structure that housed businesses on its ground floor and apartments on the floors above.

As downtown Marquette began its expansion west of Fourth Street in the 1880s, the 300 block of West Washington Street found itself becoming increasingly crowded with new livery stables, grocers, funeral homes, and a Catholic church. One of the largest buildings constructed during that boom was the Green Block, originally built as a hotel by William Green in the first years of the 1890s. Along with the attached Van Iderstine Building (more commonly known as the “Ida Block”), built at the same time and eventually to become part of the Green Block, the complex grew into one of the centerpieces of the growing neighborhood.

The building was home to many businesses over the 70 years it stood on the corner, including medical offices, beauty salons, clothing stores, and restaurants such as the Dixie Barbeque. This particular picture, in fact, shows Erickson’s Radio Repair on the Fourth Street side and Fritz’ Upholstery on Washington. But no business was more identified with the Green Block than Kreig’s News.

Earl & Gerry Kreig opened the newsstand in the mid 1930s, where it quickly became a community institution. Adults who were kids in the 1940s & 50s particularly remember the scent of the store, a combination of newsprint and tobacco. And kids were some of the store’s biggest customers, as it sold comic boys, small toys, and wooden & model airplanes.

One older gentleman, in fact, recalled going into the store many times to lovingly gaze at a model airplane he could not afford. After what were probably too many visits (as he joked) one the Kreig brothers gave him the model plane, with instructions that when finished the young man bring the airplane back to the store so they could see what kind of job he did on it.

He says he brought it back, completed, the very next day.

(As an aside, when the Kreigs retired in the early 1960s, they sold the newsstand to another mid-century Marquette business leader, Joe Fine, who found himself bored in retirement after selling his legendary tavern a few years prior.)

The apartments on the upper floors of the Green Block held a mix of young, small families and older individuals. It was not uncommon for residents to hang on to those apartments; in fact, several individuals made the building their home for 20 to 30 years.

By the mid 1960s, however, the Green Block was starting to show its age. “Urban Renewal” was then in vogue, and when the building began to have problems with safety inspections, its days were numbered. It was torn down in October of 1967 so the land could be used as parking for its next door neighbor, St. John’s Church. Two decades later the church itself was razed, and what was once a thriving street corner became nothing more than a parking lot extending for almost half a city block.

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Stories of this particular section of downtown Marquette will be the focus of a walking tour entitled “Wild Wild West: the Forgotten History of West Washington Street”, put on by the Marquette Regional History Center on Wednesday, June 18th. The tour begins at 630 at the History Center with a suggested $5 donation. More information is available by calling the History Center at 226-3571 or by visiting marquettehistory.org

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Wednesday, 6/4

I hope the entire summer is not like this.

I've mentioned in here the past few days about how haze from Canadian wildfires has been in our sky. Well, yesterday it left the sky and came to the ground--



After a wind shift yesterday morning the smoke invaded the area. You couldn't see more than four blocks, the entire city smelled like a strong campfire, and the Air Quality Index shot up past 150, meaning it wasn't safe for people to be outdoors.

And that's from a fire that's almost 1,000 miles away/.

I feel for Canadians; I really do. To have large swaths of your country on fire every summer can not be a fun thing. And then to have smoke from that fire end up covering a large swath of the continent to the extent that it did here must be even worse. Two years ago fires in the Great White North led to hazy skies and colorful sunsets down here.

Now they're leading to visibility hazards and breathing difficulties,.

I know we're getting the smoke so bad because of a weird Jet Stream at the moment. It's so weird, in fact, that there's haze in the air as far south as Florida. Hopefully, the Jet Stream shifts course soon. If not, we're stuck with this for an extended time. And I don't know how we might handle it if we can't go outside without choking, have whatever summer sun we might get blocked, and if you can't even sniff lilacs because all you smell is fire.

Because that's not much of a summer.

Hopefully this is just a temporary deal. Hopefully, the fire is extinguished soon or the Jet Stream moves. Hopefully, our summer won't be too affected by this. Because if it is, the would suck. And it would be yet another sign that our world's on fire.

In this case, I'm not speaking metaphorically. This this case, the world is, literally, on fire. At least our little part of it.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Tuesday, 6/3

Even though it didn't contain many (if any) jokes, I really liked this week's TV piece.

First of all, as we've been discussing the past few days, yes, I AM on TV waaaaaay too much. And yes, I share many of these TV pieces waaaaay too much. But there was something about last night's “Life in the 906” that struck me. It's not one of those that came to me in a flash, nor is it one that will make you laugh & laugh. But it struck me for a particular reason.

Because it's true.

The basis of the bit is the one piece of graduation advice I'd give if anyone actually asked me for advice (and as a side note, do you really want ME to give someone advice?). It's a piece of advice I've actually given out before, and it's one that, especially to me, hits close to home. I'm quite loathe to use whatever life experience I've gone through to try and make a point—after all, each person's journey is uniquely theirs—but this one point is, I think, applicable to many young people in the UP.

Whether or not they take the advice is up to them. It worked for me, and I just wanted to put it out there just in case it may—someday--work for them.

And that's all. So here 'tis--



Tomorrow, absolutely nothing at all about me being on TV. Promise!!

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, June 2, 2025

Monday, 6/2

 Remember how, on Friday, I told you that I'm on TV too much?

Well, here's proof positive, the end result of the video that Emily and I shot Thursday afternoon.  She did a great job on it, and since it's supposed to be 88 here in Marquette today and I want to go play out in the sun (assuming the Canadian fire haze lets up), guess what you get for a blog today?

Hope you don't mind.

8-)


I'll make up for it tomorrow with yet ANOTHER tale about how I'm on TV too much.

Because, apparently, I am

(jim@wmqt.com), on TV too much