Friday, 9/18

Okay...my eyes can stop watering any day now.

When I was young I used to suffer from rather severe hay fever twice a year (spring & fall). But one of the few good things about getting older, I've discovered, is that allergy problems, at least for me, have fallen way off. I no longer have any sort of problems each Spring, and for the past few Autumns I haven't noticed anything happening at all.

And then there's this Fall. For the past week or so, my eyes have been watering like a fire hydrant left on during a hot Summer's day. And also for the past week or so, I've had a non-stop low-grade headache centered right behind my eyeballs. My nose hasn't in any way been stuffy, but several days this week you could actually hear all kinds of roughness in my voice. In total it's not quite as bad as what I suffered through as a younger person, but it's not that far off, either.

I have no idea why it's hit me with a vengeance this year. I don't know if it's the fact I was downstate around farm fields for a few days or if the (and I say this generously) weird weather we've had this year kick-started something in my head that's been laying dormant for a couple of decades now. All I can say is...

IT CAN STOP NOW!

I really hope that it's just an anomaly brought on by travel. I really hope that our increasingly screwed up climate hasn't caused my annual bouts of hay fever to return. But I always travel somewhere—Reese, Chicago, or Europe--during this time of the year and have not have the allergy problems that I do right now. So if the problems HAVE been caused by the weather, let's hope they've just been caused by our weird weather year, and not by our increasingly weird weather patterns.

After all, I suffered enough when I was young. I'd really dislike having to do it again. So if you see me walking down the street in the next few days with tears running down my face, realize that I'm not weeping in joy at seeing you (although I suppose i COULD be weeping in joy, at least inside). It's just my stupid sinuses getting their revenge for some inexplicable reason.

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One more note before I go...I need to wish a happy anniversary to the two people without whom I wouldn't be here! It's my parents anniversary, so if you see either Dar or Chicky-Poo, make sure you wish 'em a happy day, because they sure do deserve it!

Love to them both,

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 9/17

The signs are starting to go up. Now we'll see if they make any difference.

If you've been reading these the past few years you may recall all the issues that the city of Marquette has had with e-bike (actually, riders of all bikes) riding where they're not supposed to, and with many suggestions on how to control the few people who ride their machines like they're out of control. Out of that came a series of laws that the Marquette City Commission passed earlier this year.

One of those new ordinances involved the banning of riding any kind of bike or e-mobility devices on sidewalks in downtown Marquette. One of the ways to inform the public about the new law involved posting signage throughout downtown Marquette, and that has, after several months, finally started--

Even without the signs, the new ordinance has been in effect for four months now, and I've noticed a marked decrease in people riding bikes on sidewalks outside the station. However, it's not universal,; I still see kids (and adults) speeding down the Front Street sidewalk, oblivious as to the fact that someone may be stepping out of a building or getting out of a car. Hopefully, the signs will inform them that you can't do stuff like that.

And hopefully, those people actually listen.

I talked about this on TV a month or so ago. There seems to be a (small) subset of people out there who think that any kind of rule infringes upon their “freedom”. When it comes to things like public safety, that actually baffles me. You're being asked not to speed down a sidewalk on a hill to avoid injuring people. How is that infringing upon your freedom other than, perhaps, your freedom to hurt others?

Some days, I just don't get some people.

But that's neither here nor there. The signs are going up, which means that anyone on any wheeled device will soon know that they're not supposed to ride on sidewalks in certain areas of Marquette.

I'll be curious to see if those signs actually do their job.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 9/16

It's another sure sign that summer is over. My auxiliary office was empty yesterday.

I've been writing here and there about signs that our too-short summer has now receded into the depths of history, and I noticed perhaps one of the surest signs of that yesterday. The temps were mild, the sun was (kinda out), so I decided to head down to my auxiliary office to eat lunch and to do some writing, and that's when I saw yet another sign that summer's over.

My auxiliary office was, except for me, empty--

My "auxiliary office" is actually Marquette's Lower Harbor Park, one of the crown jewels of Marquette's park system, and a park that, during the summer, is filled with kids on the playground, bikers on the multi-use path, and individuals eating lunch at one of the many picnic tables. In fact, when I head down to my auxiliary office during the summer, sometimes I find that there's actually no place to work.

But not yesterday. In a giant city park, I was the only person within sight.

Yes, I know some of it's because school's back in session and yes, I know some of it's because (most of ) the tourists are gone. But to see the park that empty and that desolate just made me think that people have given up for the year, that they know fall is here, winter is coming, and it's time to hibernate for the next eight months.

And that's always one of the saddest revelations you can have this time of the year.

I myself am hoping that I get a few more days in my auxiliary office, although I guess that's up to Mother Nature. I'm guessing, though, anything like that would be a bonus, especially when you consider all of the people who already seem to have given up for the year, and who are ready for winter to show up, in whatever form it takes this year.. We'll have to see, I guess.

All I know is that after yesterday, it seems as if the summer that was way too short has now had the curtain officially drawn upon it.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 9/15

And now, the rest of the story.

Well, technically, it's not the REST of the story, as I haven't actually told any of the story yet. But if you recall last week when I wrote in here after returning from visiting my favorite father-in-law in the whole wide world, I said that I was going to put together a TV piece about small towns, both here and downstate. Since last night was TV night, guess what I did?

Yup. I told the whole story.

Once again, technically, it's actually not a “story”. It's more a series of observations punctuated by jokes (or at least by attempts at jokes) that came to me while I was out running one morning in Reese. I sat on my father-in-law's front porch (because that's what you do in a really small town, right?) and wrote most of it right there. I did not, however, have the “kicker”, the one thing near the end that ties the whole piece up with a nice bright bow. But then I went running another morning and ran into someone on the street as I was finishing.

And what she said to me was the PERFECT kicker for the piece.

What observations did I make, what jokes did I attempt to tell, and just what did the lady on the street say to me? Well, find out for yourself--

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 9/14

If you're ever wonder why I'm doing something weird, just blame Stevie Wonder. He's probably the reason.

I received an e-mail Friday afternoon from someone I don't know, but who obviously knows who I am. The e-mail said, and I'm quoting here, “Jim—I saw you our for a run this morning and it looked like you have either have a very unique running style or you were air drumming . Which one is it”? Well, I can state without fear of being wrong that I don't have a very unique running style.

However, I kinda have to plead guilty to air drumming, just because...well, just because. I have no other explanation other than that.

After reading the e-mail I thought back to the early morning run through downtown, down Pine Street, and then back up the lakeshore bike path. While I couldn't tell this person exactly to which song I was air-drumming, I have a pretty good idea, if only because I listened to the song (ahem) five times in a row.

But then, Stevie Wonder's “Sir Duke” will do that to a person.

It's funny; I haven't listened to “Sir Duke” for a while now. But it stuck in my head because we're coming up on the 50^th anniversary of “Songs in the Key of Life”, the classic album from which it came, and I was reading an article about it. Now if I'm being honest, I much prefer the other number one song from that disc, “I Wish”, but something in my brain told me to listen to “Sir Duke”, and once I listened to it I couldn't stop.

Much like, apparently, I couldn't stop air drumming to it while I ran.

Part of the joy of being me is that pretty much everything I do in public is noticed by someone, whether I want it to be or not. Thankfully, I don't do anything so bad that it would land me in jail, but I do seem to have a propensity for getting caught doing goofy things, like air drumming But you can't blame me for this one.

After all, it's all Stevie Wonder's fault.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, 9/11

25 years, huh? Doesn't seem that long, does it?

I'm sure you'll be reading a ton of stuff today about the 25th anniversary of 9/11. It's one of those touchstone moments, like Pearl Harbor, Kennedy being shot, or Challenger blowing up--you knew exactly where you were when you heard the news, and and that day is seared forever into your brain

After all, we're still feeling the reactions to 9/11 in the way we live even now.

When you tell a younger person that you grew up in a world without omnipresent security cameras or that you used to be able to walk into an airport with getting undressed they look at you like you're from another world. And in a way, you are--you're from a world before planes went crashing into buildings, before layer upon layer of draconian security was imposed upon every day life, and before countless wars were launched in the name of making the world safe.

That's how much things have changed in the past quarter century.

Now, there can be a debate as to whether or not the world is a safer place; that, however, is best a debate in other forums and by people who know more than I. I guess I'm just stunned by two things--by the fact that the defining moment of this century was a quarter of that century ago, and by the fact that the after-effects of that incident are still being felt today. 25 years after Pearl Harbor, we were allies with the Japanese. 25 years after Kennedy was shot, the republic still stood. And 25 years after Challenger, space shuttles were still flying.

It's like we moved on after those events. But 25 years after 9/11? It feels like in many ways, we're still living with it.

I'll be curious to see what it's like in 2051, when the 50th anniversary rolls around. Will we have moved on? Will some other disaster, either man-made or natural, have taken over our everyday life? Or will we still be living in the shadow of events that occurred on a sunny day in New York City in 2001, 25 years ago today.

It'll be interesting to see.

On that note, have yourself a great weekend. And maybe keep your fingers crossed that we DON'T have another disaster like that in the next 25 years.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 9/10

I guess we now have an answer to the question that's been plaguing mankind since the dawn of time.

A couple of months ago Loraine, Deanna, and I were having dinner when Deanna posited one of those interesting questions she comes up with. To wit--

"Do you think our parents have ever watched 'Friends'"?

It's actually quite the legit question. For our generation, "Friends" is a touchstone. It's one of those shows that defines who we are and how we act. It was a big chunk of our lives, and we're still watching episodes for the 45th time. But what about the generation older than us, our parents? They probably knew of the show, and may have even watched it once out of curiosity. But did they really know the show the way we did?

That question was answered this past weekend when Loraine and I were downstate visiting her dad. We were showing him some stuff on my laptop when a picture of the cast of "Friends" popped up (maybe in an ad, or something). He took one look at that picture--of the six actors on the show--pointed at David Schwimmer, and said, directly quoting him here--

"Hey--that's the guy from 'Band of Brothers'".

Yup. He had no idea that David Schwimmer was on "Friends", but he sure did remember him from his memorable one episode role on a TV mini-series 25 years ago.

Now, this is just a one parent sample group; other people's parents may vary. But if you've ever wondered, like Deanna, Loraine, and I did, if our parents generation ever watched "Friends"...

Well, now you have your answer.

By the way, we DID show him an episode and he thought it was a hoot.. So who knows...maybe slowly but surely, we'll get the older generation hooked on the show that defined our generation yet.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)