Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Wednesday, 8/26

To quote a great Scottish philosopher, tonight's the night. Assuming, of course, the rains holds off.

Thar's right. Tonight's the night we hit the streets for the follow-up to the most successful tour I've ever given, "Happy Hours: The Legendary Bars of Marquette". As you may recall, last year almost 300 people followed me through a downtown Marquette filled with smoke haze as we discussed the debauchery, bad decisions, and what can happen when the legal drinking age was lowered to 18.

It was a blast.

Well, assuming it's not a downpour (and as I'm writing this it's just cloudy, with even a little blue sky here and there) we're doing it again tonight, taking a slightly different route and talking about some bars we didn't get to last time. Although, if this will be your first time on a bar tour, never fear--we'll be playing the greatest hits of Snuffy's, Andy's, Flagman's, and, of course, the Alibi In fact, I wrote a newspaper article about the Alibi, which I'm re-purposing (you remember that word, right?) below. So if you have the chance, and it's (fingers crossed) not raining, join us tonight. You'll hear amazing stories both old & new, get the chance to partake in Marquette's Social District should you choose, and maybe (just maybe) get the answer to a question that bugged us all last year--

Was a certain downtown bar actually Marquette's last-ever brothel?

The answer tonight!

(jim@wmqt.com)

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Today, the building houses a personal training center. But for approximately 15 years, it was the home of one of the most popular college bars in Marquette history…

The Alibi.



Not a lot of pictures or physical documentation exists of the Alibi, probably because the people who went there had had things OTHER than documenting history on their mind. But the stories that came from the nightclub will live on for years to come.

The Alibi opened in December of 1974 when several investors purchased The Brat House, which in the two years it had been opened had developed a reputation as one of the rowdier establishments on Marquette’s bar scene. The Alibi Rock Theater, as it was first known, was designed to be nothing like the Brat House. Its major selling point was a state of the art sound system that could shake the floor and projectors that could allow the new owners to show movies and televised sporting events on the bar’s walls.

However, like all Marquette college bars of the 1970s, the Alibi quickly developed a reputation of its own.

It’s been said by those who were there that the Alibi’s busiest days were snow days at NMU, when students would quickly head across the street from the dorms to celebrate classes being canceled. If students weren’t quite sure where to go, ads placed in the North Wind thoughtfully showed just how easy it was to get from Magers or Meyland Hall to the club.

The Alibi just wasn’t a place for college students to get cheap drinks like the legendary “Supa Beers”.. With its sound system, the Alibi also had a long history with music. Like almost every college bar in the country in the 1970s, it’s claimed that “The Alligator” was first danced there. And as disco swept the country, the Alibi was one of the first places in the UP that went all in with a lit dance floor, strobe lights, and a group of DJs still remembered fondly to this day.

Like many bars of the era that catered to college students, the Alibi’s first big test came in December of 1978 when the state of Michigan raised its drinking age from 18 to 21. That meant the vast majority of NMU students couldn't legally purchase a drink. That didn't stop the vast majority of them from trying to get served, leading the bar to place ads in local papers asking minors to please PLEASE stop trying.

Needless to say, the ads didn't have the desired effect.

To try to make up for the last revenue the bar tried many different stunts & promotions; everything from attempting to cash in on the “Urban Cowboy” craze to contests that would rate patrons parading around in tight jeans and wet T-shirts, events that would raise an eyebrow or two these days. One of the Alibi’s biggest promotions throughout the 1980s was a quasi sporting event. According to someone who worked at the bar in the 1980s, their one lasting memory of the Alibi was coming into work at noon every day and smelling nothing but Jell-O thanks to the Jello-O wrestling that had been held the night before.

The one thing the Alibi did have going for it was its sound system. Live music was a mainstay at the bar, and many local performers recall the nights they spent playing there, some developing a fan base that lasted for years. As the years wore on, the projectors that were installed in 1974 were used less and less, leading the bar's customers during its latter years to not even know they existed

Like many college bars in the 1980s liquor license violations were common; in fact, some people say the Alibi would serve you as long as you were tall enough to empty your piggy bank on the bar. Even new owners couldn’t stop the stem of under-aged college students trying their best to get served. After another license suspension in late 1990, the bar's owners called it quits, shutting down a club that literally thousands of NMU students considered their second home.

The legend, however, lives on, as even three and a half decades after it closed, people will still share fond stories of what they were able to get away with at the Marquette bar “where the funzat”...

The Alibi.

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Stories (and establishments) such as those of the Alibi will be the focus of "Happy Hour II—More Bars & Even More Wild Stories” a walking tour for the Marquette Regional History Center. It gets underway at 630 on Wednesday, August 26th, at the History Center, and will take place within the city's Social District. There's a $5 suggested donation. To find out more, call the History Center at (906) 226-3571, or visit www.marquettehistory.org.

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Tuesday, 8/25

I can't believe I've now done it 200 times.

Last night's "Life in the 906" was, as I mentioned yesterday, a milestone. It was the 200th time that I stood in the studio and babbled on and on about a topic When I started doing these, I had no idea how long I'd be doing it, or if I'd even want to keep doing them.

But I guess we now have our answer to both of those questions.

I've been thinking the past couple of months about whether or not I wanted to do a "special" one for number 200, but nothing really came to me. Then before doing last week's bit I had mentioned to Kevin that the next one would be number 200, and he asked if I was planning something to commemorate it. As I started to walk home afterwards, a thought popped into my head.

By the time I got home, the piece I did last night was almost fully written in my head.

Maybe that's one of the cool things about this particular endeavor. I've had to come up with 200 ideas, one week at a time. Some weeks it's like pulling teeth figuring out a topic that might interest people; others (like the one last night) just come to me in a bolt of inspiration and all I have to do is type the thoughts spilling out my my brain.

It's been weird. But it's also been fun, and it's it's been an eye-opening blast.

And after last night I can't wait to see what pops out of my brain for the next 200 segments of "Life in the 906".

So just how DID I mark number 200? Check it out for yourself--




(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, August 24, 2026

Monday, 8/24

This is going to be one of *those* weeks.

To whit--

Tonight I go on TV like I usually do (although tonight's edition is a milestone event, so there's a little added pressure for that).

Tomorrow, I work. And go to a family event. And maybe do TV again to plug what I'm doing the next night.

Wednesday, I give my "Happy Hour 2" tour.

Thursday, I work and have a bunch of meetings.

Friday, Jack & I are doing "Legends & Lore III" to wrap up the season of the Lake Superior Theater (aka the boathouse).

Saturday and Sunday, I'm thinking I just might pass out. Although I WILL have to write another two TV spot for next Monday and for Labor Day, because Loraine and I are heading downstate over the Labor Day weekend to see her dad.

So...see what I mean when I say it's going to be one of *those* weeks?

It's weird; I get one of *those* weeks every so often. I don't know why and I don't know how, but it seems time and the plane on which I live conspire to throw everything they can at me. Two or three weeks a year I can count on having to be in six places at once, and rolling out every available permutation of Jim--Radio Jim, History Jim, TV Jim, and then, in the end Exhausted Jim. In fact, I think this upcoming week probably ranks right up there with the week I had in late January where I did both “High School Bowl” and a TV appearance on Wednesday, the debut of “Legends & Lore III” at Kaufman on Thursday, "High School Bowl" again on Friday, and then announced at the Noquemanon Saturday.

And that was a blast (he says sarcastically).

I'm not looking for pity; after all, I bring this upon myself. And, truth be told, it's much preferable to just sitting around looking for something to do. It's just that when presented with a week like this one I'm about to face, a small part of my brain goes "Really"? Like things couldn't be spread out a little more?

But alas, it's not to be.

So wish me luck this week. If you see me literally (which I'm allowed to use in this case) running from one place to another, know there's a reason for it.

It's one of *those* weeks.

(jim@wmqt.com

Friday, August 21, 2026

Friday, 8/21

You know what I haven't done recently?

I haven't re-purposed anything recently.

You may remember one of our favorite words around here, "re-purpose" It's when you take something originally produced for another reason--like a newspaper article or a video--and and stick it in something else (like a blog) to save yourself from having to write said blog.

That's "re-purposing" something.

Because I've been creating so much content these days, and because time is running out to legitimately re-purpose some of it, I'm going to share a teaser video I made with my pal Emily at the Marquette Regional History Center for my bar tour coming up Wednesday night. We've been doing this kind of thing for the past five or six tours--I stand up & babble, she shoots me doing it, and then works her magic to make it presentable. If she's inspired, she'll even re-purpose it herself into something like the Tik Tok video she made of me a few years ago that garnered over six million views (and counting).

So with that in mind, here's today re-purposed piece of content. Have a great weekend; hopefully, you don't get rained on too much. And remember, if you're not doing anything this upcoming Wednesday night...

Maybe the video will tempt you to join us!

8-)


(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, August 20, 2026

Thursday, 8/20

Above all, I really admire his determination.

I think I've mentioned before how working where I do--in the heart of downtown Marquette--allows me to observe people as they pass by up & down Frost Street. It's especially interesting this time of the year, when you can watch the tourists with their heads on a swivel or buried in Google maps. But you also develop a sense of the "regulars", the people who live & work in the area and make their way here and there on a daily basis.

Like the elderly gentleman who passes by each morning with the walker.

Now, I have no idea who this individual is. I'm guessing he probably lives at Pine Ridge, and that he heads out every single day on a journey downtown. Whether it's for exercise or for chores, I have no idea. All I know is that I'll see his slowly make his way down the hill with his walker, and then an hour or so later he'll be back going up the hill, oftentimes moving a little slower than on his journey down, but he makes it.

That is one bad-ass dude.

As you may recall, we've had some nasty weather this summer. And even on the days when it's been 95 degrees or there's been smoke so thick you couldn't see four blocks away, he was out there, making his way up & down Front Street. I was glad to see that on the smokiest of days he was wearing an N-95 mask, but he was still out there.

And that was impressive.

Like I said, I don't know who he is; in fact, the closest I've come to talking to him has been the several tines we exchanged greetings as I was standing outside the station eating and he was coming up the hill with his walker. But that doesn't stop my admiration for what he's doing. He's obviously had some health issues in his life recently, yet he's doing his darnedest to to get out there and continue enjoying life. Whether his walk is for rehab or just for fun. I think it's something that we should all emulate, at least if we're ever in a situation like that.

Maybe one of these days I'll run out while he's shuffling by, and let him know how much I admire what he's doing. But he's working hard when he's out there, and I don't know if I want to interrupt him. I guess in the end it doesn't matter; as long as he keeps doing what he's doing, we can put him on the list of one the reasons why it's so great to work in downtown Marquette--

To see people like this gentleman (and his walker) setting an example for the rest of us.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Wednesday, 8/19

I wonder which side of the story is actually true?

As you may recall, I'm giving an updated version of my "Happy Hour: The Legendary Bars of Marquette" tour coming up one week from today, August 26th. Last year's version was maybe the most successful I've ever done, with around 300 people following me though an evening of Canadian fire haze (Social District drinks in hand) to learn all about the wild episodes of debauchery that have occurred in Marquette bars & taverns over the past 177 years.

It was a blast.

One of the things I mentioned, though, caused a bit of confusion amongst not only me, but several people in the tour. Just as an aside, when we passed the law office on Spring Street that used to be the home of an old bar called Antler's, I repeated a story that several people have told me--namely, Antler's was Marquette's last brothel, even up and including the 70s. When I mentioned that fact--shared to me at various times by a lawyer, a cab driver, and the person who bought the building after the bar closed--someone in the crowd said I was wrong.

If only because his grandparents owned Antlers.

So one of the things I'm working on for this tour is to determine, once and for all, which version (if any) is actually true. And in the year since, you know what kind of concrete evidence I've found for any of the stories?

Zip. Zilch. Nada.

I mean, I've come across some great tales of prostitution during the 1880s and 1890s. Heck, I've even found out that area women would host (and get arrested for) paying gentlemen from the then-KI Sawyer Air Force Base into the 1960s. But do you think I could find anything that, one way or another, could establish what the story of Antlers (or the building it was located in) was?

Nope.

One of the issues I've run into is conflicting timelines; in other words, when people said certain things happened don't match up with the time the bar was in existence. I'm still checking, though, and who knows...maybe someday I'll actually uncover the truth about the bar and what may--or may not--have happened there.

Because no matter which side of the tale you believe may have happened, the truth is actually a big part of Marquette history.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Tuesday, 8/18

You know...I don't even remember the last time I was at the UP State Fair.

I mention that because it's State Fair week in Escanaba, when (seemingly) half the UP heads down to check everything out and eat their weight in fried food. Because it's such a big deal, I even did my TV spot about it last night, and while I was in the middle of doing it the thought crept into my head--

When was the last time I was there for the Fair?

As a kid, I was down there quite a bit. In the 90s I was there on an almost yearly basis, because we would sponsor some of the concerts (like Eddie Money and Robert Palmer, among others). But in the 20-plus since then?

Nope.

I suppose that one of these years I SHOULD go down there, if only to see how much it's changed since the 90s, and so I have a new frame of reference when talking about it. But going down to Escanaba and then going to the fair takes time, and what do I NOT have a lot of these days?

That, of course, would be time.

So I just have to add “fair” to the list of eleventy-thousand things for which I need to find the time. After all, it IS an iconic UP event, and I guess it's kind of hard to consider yourself a Yooper if you haven't checked it out at least once this century, right?

8-)

Here's the TV bit from last night--



(jim@wmqt.com)