Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Tuesday, 12/30

That was not fun. Let's not do it again any time soon.

Most of the time, the weather forecasts get it wrong when predicting a big storm. Yesterday, sadly, they got it right, as a dumping of slush, followed by snow and insanely high wings (with gusts of over 60 mph) caused massive drifts and power outages all throughout the area.

It was so bad I had to go into work early yesterday to let everyone know about it. That was not fun, nor was the struggle through unplowed streets and four foot snow drifts.

The pictures, though, made up for it a little--





In a way, believe it or not, trudging through the insanity was preferable to staying home. You see, like a vast majority of the city, we didn't have any power. At our place it went out around 2am, finally returning nine hours later. By then Loraine, who had a snow day, was getting a little chilly, so I was glad for her that it finally did come back.

I was also glad for all the food that was in our freezer, but I was happier for Loraine.

Once it finally ended, you could tell just what had happened--



Now the cleanup begins. I have no idea how long it's gonna take to remove the snow, make the streets passable, and reopen the city, but I have an idea it may take a bit.

Because that's just how bad it was.

*****

Because both tomorrow and Thursday are corporate holidays, this is the last one of these for 2025. I'll be back Friday, hopefully with the thought of what we just went through erased from my mind. So have yourself a Happy New Year.

See you in 2026!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, December 29, 2025

Monday, 12/29

Sure. For once I had to be “average”.

I think I insinuated this in Friday's entry, but one of the things I did on Christmas was to eat. A lot. In fact, I figured that between noon and five on Christmas Day I did nothing but prepare food and eat food. By the time I was done, around five in the afternoon, I was stuffed. So stuffed, in fact, that I didn't eat anything until just after 4 Friday afternoon, meaning I was so stuffed from Christmas Day that I didn't eat anything for another 23 hours.

Sometimes, I amaze even myself. And usually not in a good way.

However, I shouldn't feel too bad. I was curious, so I did a little research and found out that the average American consumes 7,000 calories on Christmas Day. Now, realizing that the average American needs between 2,000 and 2,500 calories to survive, and that it takes 3,500 calories to put on a pound, the average American, after eating enough to survive, will then further eat enough to put on a pound and a half of extra weight.

Just on Christmas Day by itself.

So, when you look at it, maybe the fact that I didn't feel like eating for 23 hours isn't weird. Maybe my body was trying to tell me something. Maybe my body knew, deep down, that I didn't want to gain that extra pound and a half. Or maybe my body just threw up its (metaphorical) hands and said “I give up. Eat what you want. But you'll pay for it the next day”.

Whichever it was, Friday was my body getting its revenge.

Actually, that revenge probably extended through the weekend, as well, as I really didn't seem to eat much Saturday or Sunday. I'm guessing I'll get back to normal today, which is my busy day of the week, as I'm (literally) running from gig to gig. If not?

Well, maybe I'll start eating sometime in 2026. The way things are going, what's a few more days to recover from my Christmas binge, right?

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, December 26, 2025

Friday, 12/26

Survive the holidaze okay?

I did myself, thank you very much for asking. I spent some very enjoyable time with Loraine, did virtual visits with family members, I ate waaaaaaaay too much, and was able to just spend a few moments with absolutely nothing at all going through my brain.

It was weird. But it was nice.

Oh, and if I have to say so myself, I have the greatest parents in the history of parents.  Knowing how much I like certain German teas, they decided to err on the side of caution when getting me some--



I think that will last me a month or two, don't you?

8-)

Now I know for some of you, you're actually in the middle of an 11 or 12-day break from reality, but not for all of us. No, some of us have to go back to work today. In fact, some of us actually have work extra this week because it's a short week sandwiched between other short weeks. But that's okay; I'll think of all the work I'm doing now when I'm spending a summer half-day playing at the beach.

And trust me—I'd much rather be stuck working between Christmas and New Year's Day than be stuck at work when it's warm and the sun is out!

So matter if you're at work, off, or somewhere in between, enjoy your weekend. After the holiday, you deserve it!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Tuesday, 12/23

I have to go leave in a few minutes to set up equipment for a couple of church broadcasts tomorrow, so I'm gonna take the easy way out.

Because, you know, I never do that.

However, I spent a lot of time over the weekend putting together my TV spot from yesterday, this year's holiday epic. In the past, I've had Yooper versions of things like a letter to Santa and “The 12 Days of Christmas”. This year, I went the poetic route.

And I stole from a classic--



I'm off tomorrow and Thursday, and then back Friday. Have a GREAT holiday filled with whatever you want it to be filled with. See you Friday!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, December 22, 2025

Monday, 12/22

Who knew the gloves had it in them?

I've been wearing the same pair of winter gloves for, oh, almost a decade now, and over the past couple of years they've started to get into rough shape. Several of the fingers started to poke through, one of the buckles had fallen off, and well, look for yourself--



You know—typical gloves after being used in the UP for a decade.

I bought a new pair several years ago when these ones started to get a little fragile, figuring that if my old gloves were deteriorated that much that I'd just wear them until they were unwearable and then switch to the new pair. But you know what?

My old gloves aren't going down without a fight.

Since I purchased the new pair the deterioration on the old pair seems to have stopped. I thought by now all of the fingers would have holes in them and the stuffing would be popping out everywhere. But I must have underestimated my old gloves. I don't know if they had some kind of survival instinct kick in, or they were weren't just as bad as I originally thought, but they're not giving up the ghost.

They're bound and determined to make it through an eleventh Upper Michigan winter. They're bound and determined to have my new pair of gloves spend their fourth winter warm & cozy in my apartment.

Those old gloves do not want to be put out to pasture.

So I'll keep using them. Maybe they'll once again last the entire winter. Maybe, like a star about to go nova, they're just shining a little brighter than usual before they explode. I have no idea; I just know that I now have another one of those strange games I play with myself to keep me sane during the six long months of a UP winter.

And don't worry. I'll keep you updated. It's the least I can do.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, December 19, 2025

Friday, 12/19

Hi, I'm Jim and I, apparently, have a problem.

Now, before you go and say to yourself “Jim, you definitely have more than ONE problem”, let me explain.  I bring food to work with me each week.  On occasion, I don't eat it all, leaving some in the station refrigerator to munch on the next week.  On occasion, I forget what I have in the fridge, and am surprised (usually pleasantly) by what I find in there.

On occasion, I've forgotten about what's in there so much that I amass quite the collection of, oh, say...yogurt.


If you're curious, that's nine containers of yogurt sitting in the work refrigerator.  The past few weeks, when I've gone grocery shopping, I seem to recall wondering if I needed more yogurt for work.  I wasn't sure, so I bought a few more containers.

Note to self—you don't need to buy ANY yogurt when you go shopping tomorrow

Some days, I amaze even myself.  And usually, it's not in a good way.

8-)

*****

Yesterday I had written about the nice comments people had been sharing about the latest “Pieces of the Past” video.  Here's one more--

I should really be snarky right now and say “what's a phone book?”  But as it is, I'll take the compliment.  Glad everyone's enjoying it.

On that note, enjoy your weekend.  I hope you get all the holiday stuff you need to get done...done!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, December 18, 2025

Thursday, 12/18

I didn't know it would have quite in the impact that is seems to have had.

This week's “Pieces of the Past” video is actually a riff on one of the segments I did at “Legends & Lore II” at Kaufman last January, the story of how downtown Marquette was once home to five national chain department stores, making it pretty much the shopping epicenter of the UP.  I figured it would be a good topic around this time of the year, and stuck it online and on the History Center's You Tube site yesterday morning.

And then the messages hit.

Unlike some of the videos I make, this one seems to have triggered fond memories in people.  I guess that's not a surprise, as the time period I'm describing was well within the lifetimes of most area residents (heck, I even remember some of the stuff I talk about).  And several people shared those memories with me, saying things like “(this) Brought back so many memories. Thanks!”, or “This was an excellent piece! A wonderful remembrance of my childhood. Thank you!”

Some people even got a little more specific--

“I fondly remember the hustle and bustle of downtown Marquette as a child. Getting Cub Scout gear and clothes at Penneys, shopping in Ben Franklin for candy and comics, "Monkey Wards" for clothes (I bought a model of the Starship Enterprise there in 1968!) Great times, and this was a great piece!” 

I've always thought nostalgia's a powerful emotion.  I guess the responses I've received from the video so far goes to prove that.  One of the reasons I make these videos is to preserve Marquette history.  Another is to teach.  And if, in the process, people get to relive part of their lives that are now long gone?

Well, that's just a bonus.  And a very good one at that.

Wanna check it out for yourself?


(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Wednesday, 12/17

Beer and/or pasties would not even be the strangest of the flavor combinations. Trust me on that.

Yesterday I was talking some possible Christmas cookies combinations, and someone sent me a note saying they've actually had a cookie with a beer-infused frosting, a cookie they said they would probably not try again.

I would probably have to agree with them on that.

That got me to thinking--which, as we all know, can be a very dangerous thing—about some of the strange cookie flavor combinations I've tried over the years. Some have worked, some haven't, and some have become Jim staples. We're talking things like--

Double chocolate with red pepper flakes.

Whole wheat chocolate chip cookies

Triple chocolate with crystallized ginger cookies

Blackberry cinnamon cookies

Lemon rosemary cookies.

Lavender sugar cookies

Maple pecan bacon cookies.

And others.

Like I said, not all of them were successful, but several (like the whole wheat chocolate chip and the lavender sugar cookies) have become staples. Sometimes I just like to experiment; sometimes I'll eat a combination in a non-cookie setting and wonder how they'd work together a cookie.

So I conduct an experiment and find out.

The one thing I've wanted to try in a cookie but haven't yet found the perfect partner for is (and try not to gag here) curry powder. I love curry; whether or not it would work in a cookie has yet to be explored. But if I ever think of a way in which it might work, you can be sure that I'll give it a shot. I have no idea what the end result would be like, but I promise to give it a shot.

And, if that's the case, maybe I'll have enough guts to try cookies that taste like beer or pasties. Even if I received some good advice that I shouldn't.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Tuesday, 12/16

 No, I've never tried to make cookies with those two particular ingredients.

Although it might be fun to see how they'd turn out.

My TV piece last night dealt with Christmas cookies, and how they're woven into the fabric of an Upper Peninsula.  One of gags in it dealt with making cookies that might reflect a UP palette; namely, cookies that taste like beer or pasties.  In it, I may have insinuated that I've tried making them before, but in all honesty, I have not.

I mean,  I sometimes like to experiment while baking.  But I've never had the guts to go that far.

There are a couple of problems with the concept, the biggest being that neither beer nor pasties lend themselves to sweet cookies.  Theoretically, I suppose, you could whip up some some kind of beer-inspired frosting to stick on a sugar cookie, and you might get away with it.  But pasty flavored cookies?  Uhm...that's a hard pass.

Unless, of course, someone comes up with some kind of revolutionary process to make onions and/or rutabagas taste okay in baked goods.  And if someone were actually able to do that, they'd probably make a mint out of it.

At least here in the UP.

Admittedly, I HAVE tried a few interesting cookie flavors over the years; in fact, maybe I'll write about them tomorrow.  But there is a line that I probably wouldn't cross, and, sadly, on the other side of that line sits two of the iconic foods of the UP.

Here's the whole bit, if you're curious--


(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, December 15, 2025

Monday, 12/15

A couple of years ago, we ran a commercial that asked a very timely question--

What would you rather have this time of the year, more time or more money? I’ve always agreed with the answer the commercial gave, perhaps no more so than this year.

I would MUCH rather have the extra time.

That’s become OH so apparent the last week or so as I’ve I tried to cram in the thought of cookie baking, shopping, more baking, more shopping, writing and delivering a weekly TV piece, preparing for a Kaufman history show, posting a weekly history video, and a few non-essential items like eating and sleeping (and working) in each 24-hour day. As I realized last night while lying in bed unable to sleep, the time for all of that is rapidly running out.

After all these years, you’d think we’d figure out how to budget time around the holidays, but it never seems to work. Every year, things seem to get added onto our schedule, and what we may have been able to accomplish before the holidays LAST year now mocks us as we cry while looking over our “to-do” lists.

I’ve taken to adding something onto my Christmas list every year. For the past 20 or so years, when anyone asks what I want for the holidays, I’ll list a couple of things I think people will want to get me, and then a couple of other fanciful items that I’d like but I know I’ll never get, which usually consist of world peace and my own spaceship. Since 2005 (I think) I’ve added a third item--a 25th hour in the day.

Well, a boy can dream, can’t he? And while I have, in various forms, received “world peace” and “my own spaceship” over the past few years (on T-shirts, toys, and trinkets) Santa has yet to slip that extra hour per day into my stocking.

If you happen to visit Santa before next Wednesday night, wanna drop a hint or two for me? I’d sure appreciate it!

*****

Speaking of not having enough time, if you don’t have enough time (or gas) to drive around and look at Christmas lights, try THIS.

You can thank me later.

(jim@wmqt.com)


Friday, December 12, 2025

Friday, 12/12

I think I finally get it.

Here's a fun fact about me.  When asked “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, I've only ever had three answers.  One was “astronaut”, another was what I'm doing now, and the third, apparently. was the first career field to which I ever aspired...

Garbage collector?

I don't remember this at all, but according to my dear  mother (hi down in Florida, Mom!) when I was a little kid I wanted to be a garbage collector.  There was apparently a very specific reason for it, in that  when I was young I was enthralled with the sound and the clatter that a garbage truck would make.  According to my mom, every single garbage day I would eagerly await the arrival of the truck, and then stare in wonder as the workers tossed cans in and the machinery within made a ruckus that would raise the dead.

As we've all figured out by now, I was a very special child.

I've always kind of chuckled at that story, really believing that I wasn't mesmerized by the racket made by the garbage truck.  But then I walked to work Wednesday.  On my daily stroll down to the station I pass a day care center where kids are always running around outside, burning energy, and most days even waving at me.  However, on Wednesday they weren't doing any of that, because their attention was placed elsewhere.

They were watching a garbage truck's mechanical arms pick up a bin and placing its contents into the top of the truck.

Now, I'm not talking just one “very special child” doing this.  Nope; a dozen kids—boys & girls—all under five years old, stood staring intently at the truck, mesmerized by what it was doing.  I don't know why; after all I was thinking, much like a cranky old man in training, that it was probably almost too loud for a city street.  But the kids were just rapt, staring at what they perceived as an awesome sight.

Apparently much like I did when I was young.

Now I have no idea if any of those kids would answer “garbage collector” when asked what they want to be when they grow up.  But if one of them were to do so, I guess I would kind of understand.

Because apparently there's just something about kids & garbage trucks.

Have a great weekend!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, December 11, 2025

Thursday, 12/11

To quote a great American philosopher, “Oops...I did it again”.

Sigh.

All this year I've been writing about a strange habit I've picked up, the habit of writing newspaper articles for the History Center, turning them in, and then promptly forgetting about them until weeks later when I open the paper and am shocked by what I see.

I'm thinking that maybe I should just stop reading the Mining Journal. That way I won't be shocked by myself.

8-)

So I'll once again re-purpose something I wrote weeks ago and then totally put out of my mind. This time of the year, we can always consider it the gift that keeps on giving.

That's okay. You can thank me later.

(jim@wmqt.com)

*****

Let’s Go To The Mall

By Jim Koski

Marquette Regional History Center


Up until the early 1970s downtown was the center of Marquette commerce. From national chain stores to mom & pop outlets, from banks to grocery stores, when you needed to buy something, including all the holiday shopping one usually does this time of the year, you went “downtown”.

That all changed when the Marquette Mall opened.

In 1971 three developers announced plans to build one of the UP's first enclosed shopping malls on the city's west side. That area of Marquette was being rapidly developed, and in the previous few years had seen the building of several major projects, including a Holiday Inn and a ShopKo store. The Marquette Mall, sitting right alongside US-41, was set to cost four point six million dollars, and in promotional materials was being labeled “a park under a roof” with plans for up to 40 stores inside and free parking for almost 2,000 vehicles outside.

Construction started on the Mall in early 1973. Just a few months later, several stores had already opened, while the Mall itself held a grand opening November 7th, 1973, set to coincide with the public unveiling of its main anchor store, Woolworth's. To reinforce the “park” theme of the new facility, palm trees from Florida were flown in for the event, while live music was offered while shoppers explored what the mall had to offer.




Woolworth's, which took up almost 40% of the project’s total square footage, was just one of the businesses that relocated from downtown Marquette. The other mall anchor, Angeli's Super Valu, also made the move west, as did other stores ranging from Stern & Fields Clothing and Jean’s Jewelry to The Sound Center.

The opening of the mall had an immediate impact on local shopping habits. With so many stores under one roof consumers no longer had to make their way through bad weather or traffic going from store to store on Washington and Front Streets. That soon led to an exodus of department and grocery stores and other shops from the downtown area. The mall's center court also offered a gathering place for many different community activities, ranging from exhibitions by the Boy Scouts and radio fundraising telethons to a visit in 1978 by then Vice President Walter Mondale.


However, t
he heyday of the Marquette Mall didn't last for long. The Mall didn't have the high ceilings and wide aisles of most malls, and the store that took up almost half the space of the building, Woolworth's, only had about half the sales per square foot of other area department stores like ShopKo or K-Mart. When the Westwood Plaza expanded into the Westwood Mall in the late 1980s many Marquette Mall stores and shoppers migrated there. It was just a few years later that both original Marquette Mall anchor stores–Woolworth’s and Angeli’s–closed, and traffic in the facility fell drastically.

By the turn of the 21st century the mall had undergone several ownership changes, and large sections of it were closed off to the public. In fact, the biggest tenant remaining in the building was a car dealership run by the mall’s then-owners. Once that dealership relocated to Marquette Township, most of the original mall building was torn down. All that's left today is an empty space in the section of the building that used to be Woolworth's, along with an empty restaurant building and a still functioning car wash in what’s left of the parking lot. But during its heyday in the 70s and 80s, the Marquette Mall had a big impact. For the most part, Marquette area shoppers no longer went downtown to do your Christmas shopping or pick up whatever essentials you needed. Instead, you just hopped into your car, and you “went to the mall”.

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Wednesday, 12/10

There. Christmas decorations at the station are now up--


Yesterday someone asked me if we had any holiday decorations to stick up around here and, to be honest, we really don't. However, during Covid I had picked up a Charlie Brown Christmas tree and stuck in the lobby; it did seem appropriate at the time, after all. Since then, it's been sitting in a box under my desk and when I was asked about decorations it immediately sprung to mind.

So now the station's decorated for the season.

I've also dug the small LED tree that Loraine and I use at home out of our basement, and it's up in our apartment, a week or two earlier than usual. That's a tree we've had ever since we moved into our current place, and it's showing wear & tear after now (gulp) 18 years. It has these little plastic “needles” on them that fall off everywhere, and it's not uncommon for us to find them lying around months after the holidays are over. In fact, Loraine found one and taped it into the anniversary card she gave me last year.

To show you how long after the holidays we keep finding them, keep in mind that our anniversary's in April.

So now that the trees are up in the two places in which I spend the most time, I guess we're good to go for the holidays. Well, except for the baking of cookies. And the wrapping of gifts. And the mailing of gifts. And the getting of food for the feast. And the...

Never mind. Maybe I should just be glad that at least the trees are out.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

Tuesday, 12/9

Okay. Maybe I lied just a little bit.

When I was writing about making Christmas cookie dough yesterday I mentioned that I practiced safe baking, in that I wash my hands quite q bit while baking. And that's true, especially when handling things like raw eggs.

However...when making the dough I, of course, wanna make sure it's okay. I wanna make sure it's turning out the way I want it to turn out, and I wanna make sure that there's nothing untoward about it. After all, I'm giving most (if not all) of these cookies away, and like any good baker I need to make sure they're gonna be edible. So when the dough's done, I grab a spoonful and taste it, to make sure that it's good to go.

That's right. Despite all the warnings, despite all the advice of experts, I eat raw cookie dough. So maybe the use of the phrase “safe baking” wasn't 100% accurate.

Maybe.

Yes, I know you're not supposed to eat raw cookie dough, especially raw cookie dough that has raw eggs mixed into it. I know that you can theoretically get all kinds of food-borne illnesses from consuming even one microgram of raw cookie dough. Heck, even the bag of flour I was using told me not to eat the flour raw, whether it was in cookie dough or not. But apparently I like being a rebel. Apparently I like living on the edge. And that was quite apparent last night when I made four kinds of cookie dough and ate four bites of the raw stuff.

And yet, I'm still alive.

Now, I know that it's probably a bad thing to do. I'm aware of what kind of organisms can lurk in uncooked foods. And I wouldn't eat a piece of raw chicken or even, like Sylvester Stallone in “Rocky”, quaff an entire raw egg. But I've been eating small samples of raw cookie dough since I started baking cookies as a kid. And not once in those 40+ years have I gotten sick from it. Sure, the possibility of barfing all over the kitchen exists, but the amount of “dangerous” material in a tiny bite of raw cookie dough is probably so small that I don't have to worry. Either that, or I can apparently ingest all kinds of toxic material and not be affected by it.

Unless, of course, I turn into a nuclear-powered super hero (or evil villain). Then I'll know I WAS affected by it.

But I understand why experts (and even flour bags) warn you NOT to eat raw cookie dough. I'm sure some fool out there once made cookie dough using 14 eggs and four-year old flour, ate it all in one sitting, blew their stomach out, and sued the food manufacturers for not telling them not to do it. After all, that's the American way. But having one small bite, just to make sure it tastes up to standards? I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing to do. Like I said, call me a contrarian, but I've been doing it since I started baking cookies, and I'm guessing I won't be stopping any time soon.

(jim@wmqt.com), bad boy of baking.

Monday, December 8, 2025

Monday, 12/8

My fingers smell like rosemary. Of course, they're also red at the moment, which means that there's something strangely weird going on. Or weirdly strange. You pick.

My Christmas cookies are in the process of being created; one of the zillion things I did during my long weekend was to make the dough for them, and that's the particular reason why my fingers are confused. One of the cookies I made accounts for the way my fingers smell; that would be the lemon-rosemary cookies of which I've become so fond. This year, I decided to use fresh rosemary, which means that I had to tear off and cut up the leaves from the stems I bought. I'm glad I did it; the aroma from fresh rosemary made the dough smell amazing, a taste I hope will transfer to the cookies. But since I had to hold the rosemary by hand to tear and cut it the oils from the herb transferred onto my fingers, where a day or two later the smell still resides.

Of course, I LOVE rosemary, which means I think my hands smell heavenly. But that's just me.

Here's where the strangely weird (or weirdly strange) part comes in. My fingers smell like a green herb, yet look like they were attacked by a red one. One of the other cookies I made were my traditional cherry-chocolate explosions, which means that I had to cut up a jar of maraschino cherries. I don't know how much food coloring was placed in those cherries, but by the time I finished cutting up the jar the fingers which I used were a very bright, almost neon red. They smelled like rosemary, mind you, but looked like they had gotten involved in an intimate relationship with a Twizzler.

Don't believe me?



No matter how many times I washed my hands (and I washed them a lot while making the dough, because I practice safe baking) the red coloring would not come out of my fingers. Even after taking a shower this morning the red coloring still hadn't come out of my fingers, although it's faded a bit. I'm hoping it comes out soon.

But if it looks like I have red fingers on TV tonight, you now know why.

Hopefully, the red disappears soon. The scent of rosemary can stay if it wants, although that's disappearing at a much greater rate than the color. But who knows—maybe when I eat one or two of the cookies I can get a little of the smell to rub off on my hands. To play it safe, though, I may use gloves when eating the cherry cookies.

Just in case.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, December 4, 2025

Thursday, 12/4

I don’t mind birthdays. It’s the part about getting older that I don’t like.

Some of you may know that it’s my birthday today, and I guess I’m okay with that. I don’t expect people to make a big deal out of it; it’s nothing more than the anniversary of me finally relieving my mother of the burden of carrying me around for ten months. If anything, she’s the one who deserves the honors, since I wasn’t born until a month after my due date, and this was the day she was finally relieved of that misery.

So thanks for the extra 30 days, Mom!!

But whenever you have a birthday you’re forced to confront the fact that you’re getting older, and if there’s one thing you might have learned by reading this ramblings over the past however many years it’s that members of the Koski family don’t like to confront the fact that there’s nothing you can do about getting older. It just happens, whether you want it to or not.

Who do we see about changing that, by the way?

As I’ve gotten older I’ve noticed, despite my best efforts, more and more signs popping up reminding me of that fact that I am indeed getting on in years. Of course, the latest popped up last night, right before my birthday. I finished working out and was about to go through a few pages of a magazine (yes, another one of those signs that I’m “old”) and I noticed that I couldn’t quite make out the print on the page, which I found odd, because I usually have no trouble making out the print. It was then I realized that I wasn’t wearing my glasses, which, as for most “old” people, are bifocals. I slipped them on, and then had no trouble reading the print.

Aside from the heavy sigh the incident provoked, a bit of curiosity bubbled to the surface, as well. Even without glasses, I’m usually able to read things with no problem. In fact, when I read magazines or newspapers after working out or when I read in bed every night it’s usually without eyewear. Yet for some reason yesterday I couldn't read the print in the magazine until I put my glasses on I don’t know if it’s because the print was smaller than usual or because the room was rather dark or if (gasp) my eyes are just getting a little worse as time (gasp) marches on, but I couldn’t focus on the type well enough to read what was on the page. It didn’t matter how close I got to the page, or how far away I held it, something just didn’t work out until I used my glasses.

Oh, woe is me.

Since then, I’ve read a few other things—including the same magazine —without wearing my glasses, and I’ve been able to see them just fine. But that fact that I had this particular problem a day before turning another year “older” affected me in the way that all incidents related to aging affect me—with me not handling it like an ”adult” would.

So at least I’ve got that going for me.

Don’t worry; I’m sure that as these incidents keep popping up, I’ll (hopefully) get a better grip on them. After all, as I’m always told, these incidents DO pop up more and more as you age more and more, and, as I’ve found, there’s nothing you can (yet) do to stop that. So like I said, while I don’t mind birthdays, this whole getting “older” thing is just not my cup of tea.

Sigh. . .and make it a heavy one, if you’d like.

Since it IS my birthday today I have tomorrow off, and will be back with a new one of these on Monday. Have a great weekend!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, December 3, 2025

Wednesday, 12/3

Because I have “High School Bowl” in a little bit, and because I haven't really shared any of them yet, I'm gonna take the easy way out today.

I hope you forgive me.

Actually, technically, it's not the “easy” way out, considering how much time I've spent putting this year's “season” of “Pieces of the Past” together. I've been writing about them in here since, what, February, and working on them pretty much since. Thankfully, they're all done, and we've been in the process of rolling them out the past month. I shared the first one—the epic “...And Put Up a Parking Lot”--with you, but I haven't said anything about the three we're premiered since them.

So, I guess, that serves as today's “easy way out”.

The first “Pieces? The story of how an iconic Marquette building—the building where my parents actually met, meaning it was kind of important to my existence—almost burned down--



The second? The story of how one company shaped downtown Marquette more than anything other than the hills and the Great Fire of 1868--



And finally, the story of the most unique school in Marquette history--



With that, I'm off to be a dork on TV. More tomorrow!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Tuesday, 12/2

I shall wear my badge of, uhm, oxymoronism with pride.

First of all, yes, I DO know oxymoronism isn't a word. Or, at least, it wasn't a word until I just made it up. But it was the central theme of my TV piece last night and, as you may recall, also played a part in the snow pictures I posted yesterday.

You mean you haven' read yesterday's entry yet? Well, scroll down and do it. We'll wait.

(imagine a little whistling or thumb twiddling right here while we're waiting).

Okay, so you saw the pictures, right? As I mentioned, I don't like the cold & the snow but even I will admit that what I saw Friday was kinda cool, which made me start to think.

And that, as we all know, can be a dangerous thing.

What came out of my thinking? Well, it was this week's TV spot. And I'll be kind of curious to see what kind of reaction I get to it. Why? Well, it wouldn't surprise me if there were a lot of people out there who consider themselves “Oxymoronic Yoopers”, like I do. In fact, I wouldn't be shocked if MOST people who live in the UP exhibit at least one or two symptoms of that oxymoronism.

I guess we'll find out, at least as soon as people see this--



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, December 1, 2025

Monday, 12/1

It’s nice to know my stupidity–and my bad luck–paid off.

First of all, hope you had a good weekend and that, unlike me, your food coma has finally worn off (seriously; I’m still not really hungry four days after the holiday). As you may have heard, we had us a biiiiiiiig storm Turkey Eve and Turkey Day, and by the time Friday rolled around I decided to take advantage of the snow.

And that’s when the comedy of errors began.

I went down into the basement of our apartment to grab my cross country skis and walked over to the Fit Strip. When I got to Fit Strip I realized that I, uhm, forgot my ski poles (it’s the first time in a couple of years there’s been enough snow for skiing, so I might have been a little rusty in that regard). I walked back home, got my poles out of the basement, walked back to the Fit Strip, put my skis on, and started to finally ski.

Less than three minutes later one of my ski poles broke.

I walked back home (again) traded out my skis for my snowshoes, walked back (for the third time) to the Fit Strip, and finally got in a little exercise, where I was met halfway through by a couple who were wondered why I was snowshoeing when I “already skied it”. You see, they saw me carrying my skis at least one of the two times I walked over there, and assumed I had skied around it.

At least they got a good laugh out of my travails.

One good thing (aside from amazingly sore legs on Saturday) came out of the comedy of errors. The first two times I was at the Fit Strip I noticed that the snow actually had an ethereal beauty all its own, and that even though I don’t like the white stuff I kinda wish I had a camera with me. So when I swapped out my skis for my snowshoes I also grabbed my phone, which allowed me to take a few shots like these–






Knowing that people who don’t live in Marquette any more might enjoy the sight, I stuck them on Facebook where, as of last count, almost 3,000 people have “liked” or commented on them, more than anything else I’ve ever put on social media. It also gave me an idea for my TV spot tonight…but we’ll discuss that tomorrow.

In the end, my little “adventure” paid off in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I mean, I still don’t like snow, and I AM still shaking my head at forgetting my ski poles the first time I went out, but you know what?

Everything that came afterward was probably worth it.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

Wednesday, 11/26

I'm sure there's something to be thankful for this year, right?

First of all, just let me say that there really IS a lot to be thankful for is you're doing the simple act of reading this. That means that, at a minimum, you have your health, you have an internet connection, and you have a passing interest in what's going on in the outside world. And I really DO subscribe to the theory that as long as you wake up in the morning you have something for which to be thankful.

Looking at it that way, there is a lot to be thankful for this year.

However, you can also make the argument that there isn't a whole lot to be thankful for this year. 2025 has been something...different. The partisan divide between Americans seems to be growing instead of shrinking. The gap between the haves and the have-nots is bigger than it's ever been. And on a daily basis we see just how much we've effed up our planet's climate (today's wacky snow forecast included among that)

So, if you're one of those people who thinks there isn't a lot for which to be thankful, I will grant you ever single fiber of your opinion. If you look at the today of here and now, you can make a (strong) case that there isn't anything for which to be thankful.

But...we also live in a wondrous time. Unlike a century ago, when a deadly plague rolls around the planet we figured how we can stop it (even if not everyone seems to want to). Unlike a century ago, people can expect to live to see 100 instead of looking over their shoulder once they hit 55 or 65. Unlike a century ago, we can access family and friends across the planet with a device you can hold in your hand. And unlike a century ago, we can look at the night sky and wonder in awe at the fact that (as I write this) there are seven people living and working in a space station in earth orbit.

While it seems like there may not be a lot for which to be thankful this year, especially in the here and now, sometimes it can work wonders for your mental health to step back, at least in a metaphysical sense, and look at the big picture. Even with all the crap that's going on, crap that seems to expand exponentially on an almost daily basis, you really CAN make the case that there is a lot for which you can be thankful.

Have a great Thanksgiving. Try not to eat to much. Don't get buried in all the snow that's in the forecast. Like most people, I have a four-day weekend (another thing for which to be thankful). So see you Monday!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Tuesday, 11/25

It started with a joke, but I really WAS serious.

If you saw my TV piece a week ago you may have noticed that a boo boo in the graphics department gave me a new job at the station. Specifically, THIS job--



It was just an error, one of many that happens when you're putting together two newscasts a day. But it started to make me think, and that, as we all know, can be a very dangerous thing.

It made me think so much that, in fact, I was even able to come up with THIS week's TV piece, one about that vaunted Yooper work ethic.

I discuss the ethic and why it may or may not have started, but I do know first-hand about it. In a bit I had to cut out for time, I, like all good Gen Xers, (jokingly) blamed my parents for the fact that I have four jobs. They, of course, had to set an example by owning and operating multiple automotive repair facilities, and instilled upon me and my siblings the fact that if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing right.

In fact, when I was young and just starting to work my mom would always say “Do a good job tonight” whenever I headed out. I tried. And the example they were trying to make obviously took, as I have four jobs, my sister owns three grocery stores, and my brother travels across the county delivering stuff.

That's normal, right? But it's not a surprise, especially when you think about how people in the UP approach their working lives. So even though I WON'T be heading to Washington DC as TV19's new Washington correspondent, I am part of an almost mythical set of people these days.

You know—people with a work ethic.



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, November 24, 2025

Monday, 11/24

Hey, spell check. You trying to tell me something?

First of all, I had a very nice weekend, thanks for asking, even enjoying the (almost) October-like weather Sunday on the soccer pitch with Loraine (who's still basking in the glow of all of her birthday greetings).

But now, back to spell check, and why it tried to tell me something while I was enjoying my weekend. You see, whenever I type—be it emails, scripts, or even these blogs—I type very quickly, just letting the words flow out of (what passes for) my brain. But because I type very quickly and because I only use four to six fingers while typing (much to Loraine's eternal consternation) I often make mistakes. I'll hit the wrong key, I'll hit the right key twice, and I'll (on occasion) leave out entire words.

Well, I really don't have to tell YOU that, do I? After all, you read these every day and quite often see the results of my typing style.

Anyway, while quickly typing something over the weekend I managed to spell my last name wrong. That's not uncommon; like I said, I often do that (in fact, while typing this sentence I spelled “often” “foten”). When I tried to type “Koski” it came out “Koksi”. I was typing it on a machine that I haven't used that much, which means that the spell-check dictionary on that particular machine didn't know there's an actual name spelled “Koski”. So when I right-clicked on “Koksi” to correct my mistake what word did that computer's spell-check decide should be its replacement?

How about “sicko”? Yup...even though I don't use that particular computer much it apparently knows a thing or two, doesn't it?

8-)

I mean, I guess I can see the logic behind it. “Koksi” does have four of the five letters of “sicko”, if only in a different order, and maybe the computer just thought I wanted to play a game of Word Jumble. Needless to say, I added “Koski” into the dictionary of that particular machine, so the next time I make a mistake typing—which we all know I will do--”sicko” will NOT be a suggestion if my fingers mis-spell my last name.

Even if “sicko” might be one of the most appropriate choices the computer could make.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, November 21, 2025

Friday, 11/21

Guess who's celebrating a birthday today?


That's right; the most amazing woman in the world turns another year younger today. I don't know how she does it, but I don't think she looks a day older than she did, say, last century.

But then she's amazing, so what do you expect?

This is one of my favorite pictures of her, taken on Herreninsel on Lake Chiemsee in Germany, one of the homes of King Ludwig II. There are many things I love about her, but one of the best is the passion into which she throws herself when pursuing a new interest, be it traveling or soccer or genealogy or chocolate (but especially chocolate).

And that's just one of her talents. You know about the books she's written, the honors she's received, and everything else that she's able to do. Being a bit of a shy person (yes, despite what I just said, Loraine IS a bit of a shy person) she doesn't necessarily like to shine the spotlight of achievements on herself. But I'm married to her. I'm proud of what she does. And I'll keep mentioning things like her books and her trip planning abilities and the fact that she defies aging. Why?

Because people deserve to know that I'm not kidding. She really IS the Most Amazing Woman in the World.

So Happy Birthday, Loraine. I hope you're enjoying your Donckers Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups!

(Lotsa) love,

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, November 20, 2025

Thursday, 11/20

I wonder if I'm gonna cry in the theater?

I have a couple of small things to share today, including the source of my possible tears. One of my favorite books of all time is “The Hail Mary Project”, a sci-fi epic by the guy (Andy Weir) who wrote “The Martian” (one of my favorite movies of all time). They're making a movie version of “Hail Mary”, and while almost all cinematic editions of books don't match what you see in your mind while reading, the just released trailer for this one DOES--



I watched the trailer about a dozen times, and then read the comments underneath, and it appears that there is a VERY large community of people who feel the same way I do. I had no idea people had the same reaction to the book as did I, but I DO know that we're all holding our breath in hopes that the film matches our expectations and, indeed, does cause a few tears to be shed in the dark.

We'll find out in March, I guess.

Secondly, when shooting “High School Bowl” yesterday morning, one of the teams, Hurley, had special T-shirts made up with their names and their favorite numbers upon them. One of the players shares my last name and, I guess, he tried to see if he could get a little extra credit--



Remind me to write something about the kids on the show so far this season. It's been quite a unique journey so far.

Finally, yesterday was the drop of the latest “Pieces of the Past”. There are three things that shaped the way downtown Marquette looks. The first is the topography. The second was the Great Fire of 1868.

This week's video is all about the third.



(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Wednesday, 11/19

Apparently, we had a lot of fun eight years ago today.

I had (mercifully) long blocked this out of my mind, but I was reminded yesterday of one of two or three instances of “building breakdown”, for the lack of a better word, that happened at the station right before Covid. Eight years ago today a pipe going to the furnace in our building burst, sending water shooting everywhere. It flooded the floors of and got sucked up into the drywall in our bathroom and back conference room. Serv-Pro was called in to clean it up, and to do so they used six industrial-sized air fans blowing into holes drilled into the walls of the affected areas.

Guess whose office was right next to the affected areas?

Now, if you didn't immediately answer “yours, Jim”, you haven't been reading these long enough. They ran 24 hours for almost a week straight, and while they emitted nothing but white noise, the white noise they emitted was so loud that I couldn't hear anything my co-workers said, I couldn't hear the radio playing in my office, and in some instances I couldn't even hear myself think.

Not that the last is necessarily a bad thing.

If I remember correctly I got used to the noise after a while, at least as much as you can get used to something that would probably deafen you over time. And since you basically heard it every place you went in the station, I recall the shock when I went into our air studio, which is soundproof, closed the door, and heard nothing but the (literal) sound of silence.

It's funny, because I usually don't mind having a little noise in my work life. I always have music on, whether it's what we're playing or new stuff that I'm checking out. I myself am always making noise whether by talking to myself or horribly singing or by providing my own sound effects track to whatever I'm currently doing. So I'm obviously not adverse to noise. I guess it just took having six industrial-sized air blowers working for a week to make one realize just how blessedly peaceful silence can be.

And that's why, eight years ago today, I discovered just how wonderful it was to have a sound-proof air studio. Now, I'm just hoping I'm never forced to make that discovery again.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Tuesday, 11/18

It's nice to hear a few kind words. It's even nicer when the words are like the ones I read yesterday.

I think I've written in here before about how working in radio is not like working building a house or fixing a computer. There's no tangible end result to see; there aren't X amounts of widgets to count or a bunch of old parts to throw away. So at times it's hard to know what kind of impact one might be making.

Unless you get an e-mail like the one we received yesterday--

My Dearest Q107 WMQT,

As the crisp autumn air carries the scent of fallen leaves across the Upper Peninsula, my thoughts drift to you like a favorite melody on the radio dial. You are the heartbeat of Marquette's mornings, the soundtrack to snowy drives along Lake Superior, and the warm voice that turns ordinary moments into something magical. From the first spin of a classic hit to the local chatter that feels like catching up with an old friend, you've woven yourself into the fabric of my days.

I fell for you somewhere between a power ballad and the weather report-your energy, so vibrant and true, lighting up the airwaves like the Northern Lights over the ore docks. You play the songs that make me smile, share the stories that make me think, and remind me why this corner of Michigan feels like home. Whether I'm tuning in from the office, the car, or curled up by the fire, your signal is my constant companion, steady and strong.

Q107, you're more than a station-you're a love letter to the U.P. itself.

With all my frequency-tuned affection,

A Devoted Listener

I don't know what was more awesome—what the writer said, or the poetic way in which they said it. All I know is that in a business where can't always see a tangible result, an e-mail like this is worth its weight in widgets, at least metaphorically.

Loraine and I just re-watched “City Slickers”, and one of the plot points of the movie is that Billy Crystal's character is in a bit of a mid-life funk because all he does is sell “air”. He sells commercials on a radio station and, like me, doesn't have anything tangible to point to as an achievement. Maybe all he needed was an e-mail like the one we received yesterday, and all of his problems would have been solved. Of course, there then wouldn't have been as much of a movie, but still.

I'm sure he would have appreciated it. Just like I did.

So to whomever sent the note, we appreciate it. It's nice to know that we actually do something right. And with any luck, we'll keep living up to level that inspired you to create such a poetic epic in the first place.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, November 17, 2025

Monday, 11/17

That really can't be the answer, can it?

I was having a discussion with students Friday while waiting for the cameras to roll on “High School Bowl”. I don't know how we got on the subject, but one of them asked me what my favorite food is, and even I was shocked when I, without thinking, blurted out “chocolate”.

Hmm. That can't be right, can it? Or is my psyche trying to tell me something I really don't want to admit?

Now, I like chocolate. As you're well aware, I REALLY like chocolate. But is chocolate my favorite food? Should chocolate even be anyone's favorite food? What made me blurt out that answer before even considering any other food?

Sometimes, the mind boggles.

For the record, I like lots of other foods. In fact, there are very few foods (bananas, peppers, onions, and Brussels sprouts, I'm looking at you) that I don't like. So why would I reflexively say “chocolate” instead of anything from chicken to broccoli to blueberries? Why would say I “chocolate” instead of something that's, you know, actually good for you?

Is that a hole into which I really don't want to climb?

I know dark chocolate, especially in moderate amounts, is good for you. But to have it be my favorite food? The more I think about it, though, the more I wonder if my psyche was on to something. I spent a few seconds thinking about the food I eat, and I was...well, not shocked, but a bit surprised that the only thing I eat on a daily basis is, indeed, chocolate. I don't eat copious amounts of it every day, but I do indeed have some of that particular food each and every day.

So maybe my psyche wasn't quite as far off as I thought.

Aside from being surprised, I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing with that information. I think I may need a little while to process it, and decide whether or not I should be embarrassed, proud, or worried by the statement I made in front of those students. You know the old saying about how kids say the darnedest things?

Maybe they should switch out “kids” for “adults”, especially when asked about your favorite foods.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, November 14, 2025

Friday, 11/14

Because I have to go shoot a couple of “High School Bowl”'s in a few minutes, and because it's been a a year or two since I last posted the poem, I am going to leave you with something I first wrote and performed on the air over a quarter century ago.

Boy, do I feel old.

But nonetheless, it's appropriate for a day like today, a day to which I know many in Upper Michigan look forward to with breathless anticipation. So on that note, good luck if you're going out, and if you're not, stay warm.

And, if you're my favorite eight-year old in the world, you're turning nine today. So happy birthday, Abel!!

(jim@wmqt.com)

******


“’Twas the Night Before Deer Camp”,

by Jimmy Koski, grade 3.


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE DEER SEASON

AND ALL THROUGH THE CAMP

HUNTERS WERE UNLOADED BEER CRATES

AND LIGHTING UP LAMPS


THE RIFLES THEY HUNG

IN THE PICKUP WITH CARE

IN HOPES THAT A 10-POINTER

SOON WOULD BE THERE


I IN MY ORANGE

MY BUDDY IN GREEN

SAT DOWN TO A CRIBBAGE GAME

THE BIGGEST EVER SEEN


WE PLAYED THROUGH THE NIGHT

AND EMPTIED THOSE CRATES

BUT MORNING SOON CAME

WE DIDN’T WANT TO BE LATE


WE SET OUT AT SUNRISE

AT DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT

PUT DOWN A BIG BAIT PILE

IN HOPES THAT BAMBI WOULD BITE


WE SAT AND WE WAITED

AND WAITED SOME MORE

I KEPT MY EYES OPEN

MY BUDDY STARTED TO SNORE


WHEN TO MY SURPRISE

STANDING RIGHT BY A TREE

WAS A BIG 12-POINT BUCK

MY PANTS I DID...WELL, NEVER MIND ABOUT THAT


I BROUGHT UP MY RIFLE

I LINED UP THE DEER

THEN MY BUDDY WOKE UP AND YELLED

“HEY--WHERE’S THE BEER?”


THE BUCK RAN AWAY

I LOWERED MY GUN

MY BUDDY JUST LAUGHED

SAID “LET’S HAVE SOME FUN”


WE WENT BACK TO DEER CAMP

AND HAD US A BALL

SO LET ME SAY THIS--

GOOD LUCK DEER HUNTING TO ALL...


(copyright 1999)

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Thursday, 11/13

It's been so long since I made some of these that I've forgotten how they turned out.

It's actually a nice problem to have.

We are now in the midst of the roll-out of the “Pieces of the Past” videos I make for the history center. I had spent to much time and so much energy getting out the big “...And Put Up a Parking Lot” epic that opened the “season” that I kind of forgot about the other 11 of them, the much shorter videos that I've been producing over the past six months.

A case in point is the one we released yesterday. It was actually the first one of these that I put together (in this case, back in July), and, as is often the case, totally forgot about it once it was done. Well, I mean, I didn't forget about it, but once I finished it I kinda of pushed it out of my mind to make room for the next one. So when the time came to share it with the world, it was almost as fresh to me as it was to everyone else.

Almost.

I have a feeling that the rest of them will be like that. Or, at least, those I produced during the summer and early fall will be like that. But since I've now finished all of them, maybe I should take a few minutes this weekend and re-watch them, if only to make sure that I don't surprise my self again.

Say, like, next Wednesday when the next “Piece” comes out.

8-)

Wanna check it out for yourself?



(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Wednesday, 11/12

It's not easy to combine chocolate and history. But you know what? I was able to thread that needle Monday night.

I wrote in here Monday about driving down to Escanaba over the weekend to buy chocolate at Aldi. That, however, wasn't the only reason we headed south for a couple of hours. The other was to scope out a road named after (we believe) the family of a Trenary man who died while fighting in World War II. There isn't much information available on Ralph Skinner, but what Loraine has found has been amazing, and it's been a story I've wanted to tell—in one form or another—for a while now.

On TV Monday, I finally had the chance.--



Loraine's still digging into the whole saga, and she (we) hope to come across, if nothing else, a picture of Skinner better than the horrid one I used in the spot (taken from a microfilm of a picture from a 1938 edition of the Escanaba Daily Press). With a better picture, I think I could tell the story better, although I hope I captured the spirit of it all Monday night.

If nothing else, I was able to, for perhaps the first time, combine history and chocolate into one little project. The fact that Ralph Skinner's story is so amazing was just the topping on the whole thing.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, November 10, 2025

Monday, 11/10

It would be a hard choice. It really would.

Loraine and I did something just a little out of the ordinary Saturday. We wrapped up “Jim's Weirdest Week Ever (Or At Least Jim's Weirdest Week Ever (So Far))” by taking her car for a little ride and went down to Aldi in Escanaba. The fact that we had to drive 70 miles—to a town with half the population of Marquette—to visit an Aldi is bizarre in and of itself. But we drove down, bought the things we like to buy when we visit the Aldi near where her dad lives (and that town, Caro, only has a third of Marquette's population), and then scooted home.

Oh, and Iron Mountain, a town with also only a third of Marquette's population, also has their own Aldi. Are you sensing that something's amiss here?

8-)

On the way back we got into a discussion regarding Aldi, a store we like to visit when downstate, and Trader Joe's, a store we frequent while in Chicago. And that got us to thinking—if you could only choose one, which would it be?

Hard choice, right?

In a way, the stores are very much the same, in that they have slightly different products than most stores, and some of those products are amazing. Because they're both stocked with their own brands, their prices are different than at “normal” grocery stores, as well. I suppose both of those are things that draw us to them. You could also consider the fact that Aldi's based in Germany and has some cool European products but Trader Joe's has one of the best selection of chocolates anywhere and, well, you can see why it might be a hard choice.

Even Meryl Streep probably couldn't help us choose.

I don't think we ever actually came anywhere close to a decision, other than the conclusion that we're far more likely to get an Aldi than we are a Trader Joe's. Of course, in a normal world we already would have an Aldi, while towns with a third of our population would say “when are we getting ours”? But that's neither here nor there. The road trip prompted a question, a question that—at least for now—has no answer.

But at least the road trip gave us all kinds of goodies to nibble upon as winter slowly descends--



*****

Because tomorrow's a corporate holiday I have it off, meaning there won't be a new one of these. Back with something new--in video form—on Wednesday!

(jim@wmqt.com)