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--



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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)