Wednesday, 4/22

I have to go take Loraine's car in for its yearly oil change, so I'm going to leave you with something from a couple of years ago. It's a story I've told a few times here and there (including to students on “High School Bowl” when we're talking about foods they can't stand). I think I might have even alluded to it when I was ragging on black jellybeans right before Easter.

What food can't I stand? Read on...and back with something new tomorrow!

(jim@wmqt.com)

*****

(as originally posted 4/6/21)

Really? I need to tell the story yet again?

One day last week (Tuesday, maybe?) I wrote a blog about how I don't like black jellybeans, and happened to mention in it how, even though they're horrid (and they ARE), at least they don't make me throw up like bananas do. And that prompted a few of you to ask about WHY bananas make me throw up. Since I don't think I've told the story, at least not recently, here's the deal for everyone who's just started reading these--

When I was somewhere around the neighborhood of two years old, I, like many kids, developed this strange eating habit. For days on end, I would eat nothing but bananas and milk. Bananas and milk for breakfast, bananas and milk for lunch, bananas and milk for dinner and, if I had a snack, I’m sure it was bananas and milk. According to the tale, my mom tried feeding me other foods but I, at the time, would not eat them. It was bananas and milk or nothing.

Knowing kids go through food cycles, my mom gave me bananas and milk. After all, they’re both good for growing kids, and I seemed happy eating them. Well, after a week or so of eating nothing but bananas and milk, I caught some kind of bug. It wasn’t related to my diet or anything; it was just one of those bugs kids catch. But it was bad enough that one day, after eating my usual meal of bananas and milk, I got sick. Really sick.

And I spewed my bananas and milk all over the kitchen.

Now, I know you’re thinking to yourself—WHY did you do that to your mom? Especially when she was pregnant with you for 10 months (another story in and of itself). This is how you repay her for all that? And I, hanging my head somewhat in shame, say, uh, “yeah”. But in my defense, I WAS only two at the time. And I haven’t spewed bananas and milk around a kitchen since; in fact, I haven’t eaten a banana since that fateful day. I actually get a little nauseous, even today, at the smell and taste of that particular kind of fruit.

That's the banana story. And that's just one of the ways in which I was a special child, and yet, my Mom still seems to like me. Go figure, right?

8-)

Tuesday, 4/21

At least it won't be snowing today.  It'd better not be snowing today.

On another April 21^st, a long time ago in a galaxy not too far from here, Loraine and I stood on the steps of the Marquette County Courthouse and each said two little words, those words being “I do”. We did it outside because it was a nice spring day, and the Magistrate who married us suggested the picturesque locale. I'm glad we did it outside; not only was it beautiful, but it started a tradition that has been followed by other members of the family.

Of course, if we had been married on another April 21^st, we may not have been able to do it outside. There have been April 21sts that have been freezing, there was one memorable April 21^st a few years ago when I had to drive out to Harvey in a blinding snowstorm to pick up a cake someone had made for us, and there have been April 21sts where almost two inches of rain fell. And there have also been a lot of April 21sts that have just been normal, much like today, if you consider the weather of 2026 “normal”.

So in that respect we were very lucky.

I also think we've been lucky in another way. In a world where almost every other single person we know of our generation isn't married any more (or never got married in the first place), we've stayed hitched. I don't know why, and I don't know how, but I certainly am thankful. I mean, we're not perfect, and I'm sure other couples might look at the way we live our lives in amusement and/or horror, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Besides, who else would I want to kick soccer balls with a warm summer day? Who else would I want to act as a kitchen guinea pig and occasional kitchen muse? Who else would I want to drive around Europe with me?

No one.

So happy anniversary, Loraine. The weather might not be as nice as it was back all those years ago, but that's okay. We have plenty of other nice days in front of us, among many, many other things, other things for which I can not wait.

LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!

****

Now, onto another important matter. Which topic did I choose for last night, snot or poop? Well, see for yourself--

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 4/20

Yay. I get my hair cut tonight!

Now, I realize that celebrating a hair cut may not be the biggest cause for joy in the world, but because things have been so hectic and because schedules haven't coincided it's been a bit since I've had a haircut. As it turns out, a little longer than normal. And because of that, if you know what you're looking for, you can really tell I need a trim.

Especially when I'm on TV, as I will be just before I get it cut tonight, you can really, really tell.

I can't speak for anyone else in the world, because as we ALL know I'm not like anyone else in the world. But for a certain window in the hair growing process—say five or six weeks after I get a cut—my hair starts to get really weird. For the next two or three weeks it starts to get curly. Really, really curly. Whatever natural wave my hair has to it gets really exaggerated. For those two or three weeks I can look like I'm a human mop, a human mop that just stuck a finger in an electrical socket. And then, if I keep growing my hair, it starts to look normal again.

But for those two or three weeks—the two or three weeks I'm in right now—I can, on occasion, look like Carrot Top, expect my hair's brown (& gray) instead of red. Yikes!

Normally, I'll get it cut before that happens, but like I said, the last month or so has been kinda hectic. So for the past four or five mornings, non-TV days, I might add, when I get up for work or to lounge around, I look at the mass of hair sticking here and poking out there and just chuckle. It'd be easier if I wore hats, because I could just throw one on and be done with it. But since I don't (another story in itself) I try to tame it.

The operative word, of course, being “try”. Because when we're in that little hair growth window, like we are now, my hair pretty much has a mind of its own.

I really don't care if my hair is long or if it's short; as long as it hasn't totally fallen out (yet) I'm happy. So I suppose I could try to live through the next few weeks and let it grow out to the point that it looks normal again. But that means I'd have to spend the next few weeks looking at it in its present state and trying to make it presentable. And that, in all honesty, just takes too much of my (rapidly diminishing) brainpower. So by getting it cut tonight, I can now spend the next four or five weeks not even thinking about it. I can think about, oh, going to Germany with presentable hair instead.

And I'm fine with that.

Now, we just have to make sure that my next hair cut happens on schedule. Otherwise, I'll be right back at the same place, looking at the same curls and the waves that are currently invading my head, and starting the process over again. Either that, or I could just start shaving my head and be done with that.

That, however, would probably open up a whole 'nother can or worms, a can I'd rather not deal with at the moment.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, 4/17

Snot or poop. Those are my two choices.

Now, if I were an extraordinarily cruel individual, I'd just stop there, and leave you wondering as to just what the state of my mental and/or physical health is. But, thankfully, I'm not, so I'll explain by what the first sentence meant.

I do, indeed, have to choose between snot & poop.

Don't worry; I don't have to literally choose between one physical activity or the other (thankfully). Instead, I'm trying to figure out what to discuss on TV Monday night. You see, last week I talked about my favorite part of Spring—the ice shelves you get to stomp on as everything's melting. So, for the next edition, I figured I'd discuss my LEAST favorite part of the season, and I'm having trouble choosing between hay fever or the fact that after the snow melts you can see evidence everywhere that dogs owners don't clean up after their animals.

Hence, the choice between snot & poop.

Because I'm going to Germany in two and a half weeks I've had to work ahead on all kinds of things, including my TV schedule for the next month and a half, and I had stuck “hay fever” into Monday's slot. And, to be totally honest, I think I'm still leaning toward that topic, if only because a great one liner about the subject popped into my head a few days ago and I'd really like to use it.

But with the rapid snow melt we've had this week, a massive amount of dog crap has been unearthed, showing that during the winter people REALLY don't pay attention to the fact that Marquette has a pooper-scooper law. And since that, for whatever bizarre reason, is one of my (pardon the pun) pet peeves in life, I'm stuck with a tough decision--

A great one liner, or dog owners messing up the city? Snot, or poop? With decisions like that to be made, is it any wonder I say my life can occasionally be weird?

Thankfully, I have a few days to ponder the situation and, perhaps, seek the advice of people I trust. That includes you, so if you have a thought on the matter, let me know. After all, it's a unique decision, one that most (if not all) people will ever even have to consider even once in their life.

Snot, or poop? To quote a great British philosopher, that is the question.

8-)

Have a great weekend!

(jim@wmqt.com

Thursday, 4/16

I wonder if Motel One will remember us?

Whenever we're in Germany, as we will be when we land three weeks from today (!), we usually stay at a Motel One. It's a European chain that's kind of like a budget hotel but not really. The hotels don't have things like phones in the rooms, and the rooms themselves aren't suite sized, but the locations are great, the staff amazing, the bars and breakfast rooms funky, and the look of the hotels are stellar, if only because just about everywhere you look you see this color blue--

It's a trademark of the chain. The staff wears that color; the sugar packets you see at breakfast are that color; and if you go more than 3 meters without seeing that blue, you know you've left the hotel (or, at the very least, this plane of reality). They take pride in the way their hotels look—in fact, their slogan is “Like The Price, Love the Design”--and that blue is the centerpiece of it.

It would be like McDonald's without the red, or the Detroit Lions without losing. I mean the Detroit Lions without silver and blue. That's how central it is to the chain.

The other reason we like Motel One so much? Loraine's fish.

It's actually not Loraine's personal fish, so much as a fish she likes to see. You see, each Motel One room has a loop of a fish aquarium on their TV system that you can play in the background. It's actually quite relaxing, and we've gotten into the habit of just leaving it on when we're doing other stuff. Loraine's favorite fish is the blue & yellow one in the lower right hand corner (the one that looks like Dory from “Finding Nemo”) We've gotten pretty good at knowing when in the loop her fish will show up, so we'll make sure we say “hey” to it when we first get in.

Yes, apparently we're easily amused.

So if you ever find yourself in a city with a Motel One I highly recommend trying it out. Like I said, the rooms aren't huge, but they have fish. And a blue that will soon sear itself into your brain. And we'll get to see one three weeks from today!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 4/15

What a difference a month makes.

One month ago today marked the beginning of the “Storm of the Century (so far)”, that two day blizzard that (literally) shut down the UP and had far ranging, far lasting effects--

It was a horrid storm, one that people will be talking about for decades and using as a benchmark for winter storms yet to come. But that was a month ago. Here's that same picture yesterday--

It's amazing how a month can make that much of a difference. I believe some of us thought the snow would never leave, but thanks to April sunshine and a lot of rain the past few days most of that dumping of snow has disappeared. Sadly, some of it turned into flooding that's been affecting various parts of the UP the past few days, but an amazing amount of it has disappeared in a very short time.

And we couldn't be happier to see it go.

I've been wondering what kind of effect our “Throwback Winter” will have on our upcoming summer. I mean, I know one's not (necessarily) related to the other, but after what we went through you can't blame someone for being a little gun-shy about things. I don't know what'll happen, but I do take solace in the fact that despite the snow and cold of the past five months Lake Superior never froze over. We've had open water most of the year, which means that the lake will get an early start on warming up, which means we may have slightly less in the way of a cooling lake breeze as the year goes on. There's also a strong El Nino forecast in the Pacific, which usually means slightly warmer summer (and much more mild winters) in the Midwest.

So we'll see.

Like I keep saying, I'm not a meteorologist, nor do I play one on TV, but after what we've been through the past five months, I'd like to think that we deserve a break this summer. And if we can have as much of a change in conditions the next few months as we've had in the past month?

I'd be okay with that.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 4/14

I'm not the only who does it, am I?

Please tell me I'm not the only one.

First of all, it appears that our “Throwback Winter” may finally—FINALLY—be on the wane. Temperatures are finally above freezing, the snow is finally melting, and I saw this on my way home from TV last night--

It's funny I saw that sign of Spring on the way home from TV, as my piece last night was about another sign of Spring. Technically, I'm not sure if it's a sign of Spring for everyone, but I know that for me, it's been a sign of Spring since I was, I dunno, nine years old.

In fact, every time I take part in this particular sign of Spring, Loraine will say something along the lines of “What are you a nine year old?”, to which I proudly proclaim “Why yes, I am”.

And yet she still sticks around. Go figure.

8-)

I have no idea if I'm the only person who takes part in this particular activity. It actually acts as a catharsis for me, shedding the yuckiness of winter for the promise and joy of Spring. Of course, I'm guessing not everyone else feels that way, but I'd have to believe that there's at least one other person out there who does what I do.

Either that, or I'm a lot more unique that I thought. And that might be a little too scary to contemplate.

So what exactly IS it that I do to mark the beginning of Spring? An activity that hopefully at least one other person does, as well? Well, check it out for yourself--

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 4/13

It's nice that we're growing. It'd be even nicer if there was somewhere to put us all.

The US Census Bureau has released their annual County by County Population Estimates, which use all kind of data to figure out whether or not each county in the country is growing or shrinking. As usually happens, it's estimated that Marquette County grew by several hundred residents in 2025, with the county's population topping 68,000 (68, 064, to be exact) for the first time since the Baby Boom and KI Sawyer Air Force Base years of the 70s & 80s. Marquette County, in fact, led the growth of five other counties in the UP, while it's estimated the remaining nine lost population.

In fact, it's estimated that Menominee County had the biggest drop by percentage in the state last year. Hopefully, for them, that's just a blip.

A map (courtesy of MLive) showing which UP counties have grown in the past year (green) and which have shrunk (red & tan)

Marquette County's slow but steady population growth is, of course, a good thing. The bad thing is, of course, that most of that growth is centered around the city of Marquette, where there is already a lack of affordable housing. And that, of course, sets up a cycle—more people want to live in Marquette, which means that the number of available housing units shrink, which, thanks to the law of supply & demand, means that whatever's left goes up in price.

And that's not a good cycle.

When asked about the city's biggest problem, most community leaders agree that affordable housing at the top of the list. And efforts are being made to alleviate the problem, but thanks to everything from the current state of the national economy to a lack of construction workers, those efforts can only go so far. And it'll probably be like that in areas with continued population growth, like Marquette County, for some time to come.

So while it's a good thing people want to keep moving to Marquette, it's also a bad thing, too. Because until things change, there may not be a lot of places to put them.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, 4/10

I miss “Stump Jim Day”.

Those of you who've been listening for a thousand years may remember “Stump Jim Day”, which occurred every Friday when listeners were able to turn the table on me. Instead of me asking them a question about a movie, they would ask me one, and if I didn't get it right (which happened on an almost weekly basis) they'd win. The reason I miss it is two-fold—first of all, I got to see just how unknowledgeable (if that's a word) I was about certain kinds of movies or certain actors. I'd like to think that I'm fairly literate as far as film goes, but over the years listeners figured out that I did have certain Achilles Heels—Disney cartoons or Nicolas Cage flicks among them. So I'd often get asked questions about my “heels”, and listeners would (usually) walk away happy.

Then, every so often, I'd get one of those questions right (usually just by sheer luck), everyone thought I had studied up on the subject, and they'd move on to something else. Of course, I really hadn't studied up, but the people asking the questions didn't need to know that, right?

8-)

The other thing I miss about not doing “Stump Jim Day”? Well, the whole concept had kind of turned into a “thing”. People had tried to get through for weeks or months or (in some case) even a few years just to try and stump me, and even if they weren't able to, even if I answered their question correctly, they were just happy that they were able to get through.

And if you're looking for proof that it worked, even though it's been 10 or 11 years since we last did it, I still have people come up to me and (proudly) announce how they stumped me one day. That's the kind of thing that makes me realize we were on to something, and that's a kind of “something” that you don't easily come across in this business.

Now we just need to find a sponsor that'll let us bring it back, and we'll be all set.

On that note, have yourself a great weekend. Even though it'll still be kinda chilly, I hope you can at least get out and enjoy some of the sun that's been forecast!!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 4/9

Have I ever mentioned my life is weird?

I joke, of course. It seems like there have been weeks recently where I do nothing BUT mention my life is weird. But it's happened again twice, and it's all History Jim's fault.

First of all, the annual UP History Conference is being held in Marquette in June, and I was asked if I would give a walking tour. I, of course, said yes, and yesterday the organizers let me know that there have already been a bunch of people who've signed up for the event, not even knowing what the topic is, but because—in several cases attendees coming from downstate—they've heard that I give fun tours and they wanted to experience one for themselves.

Okay.

The other? Well, the quarterly newsletter from the History Center just came out. There's a big article in each edition (I've written a few myself), and when I started to read this quarter's I came across this--

I am apparently now someone to be quoted when individuals write long, scholarly articles. It took me a few minutes to actually remember where the quote came from (I believe from a Mining Journal about the Great Fire of 1868), but my tales are now being used as reference materials by serious people doing serious things.

They DO know who I am, right?

I'm sure there may be a day when stuff like this happens and I won't be fazed, but I'm guessing that day is probably quite far away. All I know is that, on an almost daily basis, something like these two incidents happen and I have no idea why.

Well, actually I do know why. Why? Because my life is weird.

There's just no other answer.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 4/8

I don't have a car, so I don't have to buy gas for a car. But if I did, I don't know that I'd let it sit there just running, and running...

And running.

For those of you not fortunate enough to live a (mostly-car) free lifestyle, just let me say this—I feel your pain. Every time I walk past a gas station and see prices driven sky-high by a war of choice I myself cringe a little. I can't imagine what it's like having to drive 15 or 20 or 60 miles a day.

It must be painful.

So that makes me wonder about the guy around the corner from where I live. I don't know him, but he's one of those stereotypical guys around here who drives a pickup truck. He also, from what I can tell, has a habit of starting his pickup so that it's warm when he gets into it. With the weather we've been having recently I don't begrudge anyone that. I really don't.

But...I went running this morning. When I ran past his truck it was turned on, the engine roaring like the engine of a diesel pickup truck usually does. I finished my four miles, which means that about 35 minutes later, as I was walking up the street cooling down, I noticed that his truck was still running.

And as far as I can tell, it hadn't moved an inch.

Gas is what...four-plus bucks a gallon, at least here in Marquette? How much gas—how much money—must a big diesel pickup truck left idling in a driveway burn up in that (at least) 35 minute span? I mean, forgot about all the toxins you're spewing into the atmosphere by leaving your pickup running for at least 35 minutes; that's a rant for another day. How much money do you (literally) burn by letting your truck run just so you'll be warm?

I just don't get it. But then, I'm not a pickup owner. Heck, I'm barely even a driver of a (fuel-efficient) car. There may be a reason for letting a truck run every morning, just as the money that goes out the tailpipe may not be an issue. But still...you're wasting a finite resource (gas). You're throwing away a valuable commodity (money). Where's the sense in that? Where's the logic in that?

Some days, I see things that make me realize I'm not like other people. What I noticed while running this morning was one of those things.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 4/7

Ever wonder how my mind works? Well, apparently, THIS is how my mind works--

Those are notes, scratched out over the span of a few days, for my TV piece last night. I've mentioned about how, on occasion, the bits pop into my head fully formed. The one I did last night, sadly, was not like that. In fact, like most of them, I had a broad idea, and as I then as I pondered that idea it came more fully into focus, allowing me to write thoughts and/or complete lines that might eventually be used in the piece.

That sheet of notes is fairly typical when I'm writing, although it's also atypical in that if you were to see the other side there would be even more jottings and arrows pointing from one thought to another. I usually just cover one side of paper; I guess this time, I was just lucky.

Of course, I WAS writing about one of my favorite things of all time, space. It's funny; until last Friday, it didn't even occur to me to talk about the Artemis mission, if only because it really doesn't have a lot to do with the UP (I mean, aside from me being a space geek). However, and don't ask how I connected the two, the Seney Stretch popped into my head as a metaphor, I jotted that down, and before I knew it, I had the sheet you saw above.

Well, actually I had both sides of sheet, but you get the idea.

Was I able to somehow meld a trip to the moon with “Life n the 906”? Judge it for yourself, and remember--

It all started with a bunch of almost illegibly written notes on a small piece of paper--

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 4/6

You know, it would be one less thing to worry about.

First of all, hope you had a great Easter, and that all your chocolate bunnies were actual chocolate and not just “chocolately flavored candy”, as a lot of them are these days. I had a great weekend myself, making pea soup and trying my hand at making Bienenstich, or “Bee Sting Cake”, a traditional German goodie--

It was yummy.

Speaking of Germany, we're now at T minus one month (to the day) before we (hopefully) head over there for a few days of fun. Over the weekend I took care of a bunch of little things, ranging from beginning to write my “Life in the 906”s ahead a few weeks to starting to decide what goes where in luggage, backpacks, and carry-ons.

Plus I wondered about the blogs.

Here's the deal—as you may recall, every time we go to Europe I'd write a blog on a nightly basis about what we did that day. People seemed to enjoy it, even if it does seem (at least to me) to be a little humble-bragging about what we were doing. But seeing as how it's been two years since we've gone over there and have done anything like that I'm starting to wonder--

Do I need to do it any more?

There are several points behind my pondering the question, not least of which is the fact that we have no idea whether or not this trip is either going to come off as planned or even come off at all. Because of strikes in Germany and TSA troubles here in the US we could find ourselves stranded at Frankfurt Airport for four days or find ourselves struck in Chicago because, well, it's 2026 and nothing seems to be going right in 2026.

Not only that, but we're not actually doing much this time around. We're just going to basically one place—Saarbrucken--to check out the area, see a favored soccer team of Loraine's, and head across the border to France & Luxembourg to buy (real) chocolate. Do people really want to read about that? I'm not sure. It's not like we're meeting people or will be the subject of a news conference (which, as we all know, HAS happened in the past). Of course, without a lot of concrete plans for the days we're there I might have the extra hour or two each night it takes to put one of the blogs together, and, if I'm being honest, it HAS been kind of fun going back and reading them for the past several trips, so...

See why I can't decide anything yet?

Thankfully, I still have one month to the day to make that decision, as I probably wouldn't be able to write anything until we get to Frankfurt on May 7th. If you have an opinion on the matter, please let me know, as I don't write the blogs for me, I write them for anyone who wants to read them.

So vote early, and vote often. Your voice is the one of the most important as I ponder whether to do these again or not.

Thanks!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 4/2

That was kinda cool.

I know I haven't written about it all, what with my recent obsession over the weather, but the space geek in me has closely been following the developments around the impending launch of the Artemis II mission around the moon. As we all know, I was warped by being a little kid during the Apollo missions a thousand years ago, and seeing this is the first times human have attempted the trip to the moon since then...

Well, you can kinda guess my reaction to it.

I had the launch coverage on in the background as I was working yesterday, and while I didn't get a chance to see much of it I did note the little kid in me would have been quite jealous regarding what little kids can see of a launch these day. Back a thousand years ago when the Apollo launches were taking place you could only see whatever Walter Cronkite (or whoever you watched) saw and whatever CBS (or whoever you watched) decided to show you. But now, you can just watch NASA TV and see (as I did) over four hours of pre-launch coverage, featuring cameras inside the capsule and a whole bunch of helicopter beauty shots of the spacecraft on the pad.

Can you imagine what little kid me would have been like had I been able to access coverage like that during Apollo? If you think I'm geeky now...

8-)

Anyway, I hope things go well during the duration of the flight and, more than anything else, I hope it's not another half century before I get to watch the launch of humans to the moon. After all, that's a long, long time to wait.

*****

Because tomorrow's a corporate holiday I have the day off, so there won't be a new one of these. Before I leave, though, I have to wish a happy birthday to one of the two people without whom I wouldn't be here geeking out at the launch of a spacecraft. It's my Mom's birthday on Sunday, so I hereby declare that she gets to spend the day munching on chocolate Easter bunnies.

After all, next to a rocket launch, that might be the best way to spend a big day, right?

Happy birthday in advance, Mom!!

Love,

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 4/1 (no fooling)

Please tell me this isn't a very bad April Fool's Day joke.

Please.

As you know, we have had one horrendous winter around here, with snow storm piling upon snow storm. After the historic event we lived through a couple of weeks ago one would hope that Mother Nature would take a little pity on us but sadly, that does not appear to be the case--

Forecasts are still varying wildly, and will probably change eight times before tonight, but while it seems like we here in Marquette will (hopefully) see a bunch of rain mixed with snow, outlying areas outside of the city could see up to eight inches of snow, some freezing rain, and, given the way our year has gone so far, a plague of locusts.

Okay, maybe not that last item, but it looks like ti could be a mess, something that we really don't need as we're still struggling to clean up from the last mess. Take Marquette for example—the winter parking ban has been extended through April 15^th, city crews are working day and night to fully clear off streets & sidewalks, and the DPW is—literally--running out of places to dump the snow they remove.

Do we REALLY need another eight inches on top of everything else?

Now, hopefully, this will be a like a lot of Spring storms, and either not live up to its potential or hit the hardest away from the lake. Of course, if it hits inland, that means our friends in places like Negaunee or Republic or Big Bay have to deal with it. And while they probably have a little more space in which to dump the snow they're trying to remove (unlike here in a packed city) they've also received more snow.

And after the dumping upon dumping that we're endured the past few months, I wouldn't wish that on them as well.

We'll have to see how it all turns out. If it fizzles out, cool. If it doesn't, we'll just have to keep muttering “is it June yet” to ourselves until it actually IS June.

And if that doesn't work? Well, we'll just have to hold it against Mother Nature for playing one of the cruelest April Fools Day jokes on us that she could come up with.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 3/31

You know, I would not have thought people would start that early in the morning.

In a sign that we live in a rapidly changing world I have started to notice something a little more than I would have thought. I usually run in the morning before work, which means that I'm on the streets around 8 am. And more than often than not these days I'll be running down a residential street and notice an odor, an odor that would not have been legal to smell in Michigan a decade ago.

Almost every day I'm out running around 8 am, I'll catch a whiff of someone smoking pot.

Now, I'm not against people using marijuana. Even though I don't partake myself, I did vote to legalize it. I'm cool with whatever you wanna do. I just find it...interesting that there's that much early morning usage of it. When pot became legal, I kind of assumed people would use it like they use alcohol, during certain times of the day and for certain occasions. But, as with many things in life, I was wrong.

Of course, the way the world is today, I really can't blame anyone for taking a hit before they head off to whatever reality's about to throw at them.

8-)

I've noticed another thing along those lines, as well. I can be walking down the street any time of the day, have a car go past me, and then a few seconds later catch a whiff of the same odor I come across while running. This worries me a little more; if you wanna get stoned when you're at home or wherever, cool. But doing so while you're operating a big metal box on wheels? That one gets a little...problematic. Even if the driver isn't partaking, there's probably enough second hand smoke in the car for a bit of a contact buzz, and as someone who walks everywhere and has enough problems with drivers not paying attention to pedestrians, well...

Let's just say that I'd prefer you not use while driving, just as I'd prefer you'd not drink while driving. And I'm pretty sure city and state police would agree with me, as well.

Back in 2018 when we the people legalized marijuana in Michigan I had no idea how the whole venture would turn out. From my point of view, with the exception of people using it in cars, it's probably one of the more successful social changes we've seen in recent decades, especially when you consider it moved a whole underground economy above ground for the benefit of everyone.

And like with all successful (social) experiments, it provides a few unexpected answers, as well, evidence of which is ample if you're out pounding the pavement at 8 am.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 3/30

I see what you're doing there, sugar. And I'm not gonna let you get away with it.

I was getting ready to do some baking this weekend, and bought a brand-new package of sugar in doing so. As I was putting it away I noticed two things, one being that, much like flour, paper containers really are not the best way to store things like sugar.

The other? Well, it was something printed on said paper container--

Yup. Look at what it says in the green portion of the package.  They're trying to make sugar sound healthy by saying it's fat-free. I mean...technically it's true, much in the same way cyanide could market itself as being “gluten-free”, but that doesn't make it any better for you.

Really, sugar, it doesn't.

Now, I have nothing at all against sugar. I use it each and every time I bake, and even, on occasion, when I cook. It's not evil (like, say, cyanide), and as long as you're aware of its calorie content you should be fine. But to simply ignore that fact and call yourself “fat-free” is a little...cynical, at best, and downright misleading at worst. I mean, I'm hoping there won't be any people out there who look at the label and think “hey—no fat. I can eat as much as I want”.

But I've also been on the Internet recently. I'm well aware of just how stupid people can be when they want.

In the end, I know it doesn't matter. Sugar can label itself as “fat free” because, well, it is. They're not lying. Sugar is just as fat free as cardboard, gasoline, plywood, and cyanide. So if you're baking something and run out of sugar, don't worry.

You can always substitute one of those other ingredients I just mentioned. After all, just like sugar, they're also “fat-free”.

(jim@wmqt.com), who would hope that everyone reading this knows that last line is just a joke and in no way a suggestion that you substitute plywood (or cyanide) for sugar. Yet, I have been on the Internet recently, and know just how stupid people can be when they want, so...

DON'T USE ANY OF THOSE INGREDIENTS AS A SUBSTIUTE FOR SUGAR!)

Friday, 3/27

If you had to pay residuals for the music stuck in your head, Jimmy Webb would own me right now.

As you may know, I have a problem (and right now, you indulge your snarky side and say, either out loud or quietly to yourself, “just ONE problem”?). That problem is this—I get a song stuck in my head, and it just won't leave. I can listen to other songs to try and cleanse my musical palate, but it doesn't work. That original song stays stuck there. I can even listen to it forty or fifty times in an attempt to get sick of it, but that doesn't seem to work, either.  I'm just stuck with a song on auto-repeat running through my brain until, for some mysterious reason, it stops.

I guess I'm just special that way.

The song that's been running through my head for about a week now? Well, it's written by the aforementioned Mr Webb and it's one of those over the top disco tunes that most people would be embarrassed to admit they like but that I, for some reason, tolerate. It was also used in a gold medal winning skating performance at the Winter Olympics last month, so it's been back in the public consciousness, so I'm sure that hasn't helped.  That over-the-top disco tune, written by Jimmy Webb, that's been lodged in my brain for over a week now?

Donna Summer's version of “MacArthur Park”.

That's right; a song that's widely regarded as one of the strangest (if not worst) ever written has taken over with little remains of my intellect. I don't know how and I don't know why; all I know is that it won't leave. I've actually awoken in the middle of the night with those stupid synth drums going “doooo” in my brain, and I wish I knew a way to stop it.

Unfortunately, I don't, and I just have to wait this out.

Seeing as how misery loves company, wanna stick it in your head, too? No, that's okay; you can thank me later.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com), hoping to, perhaps even this weekend, be “MacArthur Park” free)

Thursday, 3/26

Five days later, I'm still processing what I saw.

A couple of months ago I wrote about how much I was looking forward to the release of “Project Hail Mary”, a movie based on one of my favorite books ever. While the trailers and clips released beforehand led me to believe that it would be a good movie, you can never trust trailers and clips. You have to see the whole work for yourself. And after finally seeing the whole work, what do I think?

I think that it's an awesome movie, and it did something that's insanely rare while adapting a book into a movie. Many of the scenes up on the screen looked very much like the scenes in my mind as I was reading (or re-reading the book).

I went and saw the movie Saturday, fully prepared to be a little disappointed, and when I wasn't I entered a place that I've rarely been sent to while watching a movie. When I left the theater and got into the car I actually had to sit for a few seconds and process what I just saw. Even now, five days later, my mind will flash back to a scene or a sound or a thought and I'll have the same reaction. I just have to sit for a second and go through what's running through my mind.

The last movie to do that to me? “The Martian”, also, like “Hail Mary”, based on a book by Andy Weir.

Having read “Hail Mary” five times (and counting), I had absolutely no problems knowing what was going on up on the screen. Part of me, though, wondered if people who hadn't read the book five times (and counting) would get what was going on in scenes where one line of dialogue might have replaced five pages of description. However, after speaking with a few people who watched the movie but hadn't read the book, it seems it wasn't an issue. They enjoyed the heck out of the flick, and didn't seem they missed anything.

Which is a good thing.

I know a lot of people don't go to theaters to watch movies any more (heck, even I don't go out to theaters to watch movies much any more), but if I may make a recommendation, if you wanna watch “Project Hail Mary” do so on as big a screen as possible. There's just so much visual information to take in during some scenes that you wanna catch as much of it as you can.

I guess that, in the end, it doesn't matter how you watch it, just make sure that some time you DO watch “Project Hail Mary”. You may not be like me, and still processing what you saw five days after the fact, but I'm pretty sure you will be entertained.

And with movies these days, that's saying something.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 3/25

Every so often, I'm reminded that the internet is actually good for something.

I have no idea how the conversation started, but a couple of days ago Loraine and I were talking about beer. For some reason, at that moment we both flashed upon a moment from our childhoods, both vaguely recalling that while we were growing up there was a shampoo made out of beer.. Neither of us could recall its name; in fact, we were both only about 80% sure that the product actually existed.. Since we were curious, I pulled out my phone, went to Google, typed in “70s beer shampoo”, and was rewarded with the rich (albeit brief) history of “Body on Tap”.

Yup; the 70s, which gave us such strange items as pet rocks, polyester clothing, and Gerald Ford, also gave us, for a year or two, a shampoo made out of beer. In fact, it was a product made by Budweiser, which, I'm guessing, made a little too much beer one day and needed to find a way to get rid of it.

Although I might not actually be correct about that.

Neither Loraine nor I believe we ever used the shampoo, although once again we may be incorrect about that. After all, I can barely remember what I had for breakfast 10 minutes ago. Asking us to remember what kind of shampoo we used 45 years ago?

Yeah, good luck with that.

So anyway, it's nice to know that every so often, the internet can be a force for good, as opposed to what most people use it for. In fact, not only can it confirm that there WAS indeed a shampoo made of out of beer decades ago, it can even provide a TV commercial touting it--

We live in amazing times, don't we?

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 3/24

Am I weird in that I actually like flying?

As Loraine and I are getting ready to (hopefully) head to Germany in just over a month, I find myself actually getting excited that I get to fly somewhere soon. I know; it's strange. Most people look upon flying somewhere with the same enthusiasm they would have looking forward to a root canal. But not me. For some reason, even when faced with a TSA slowdown and the fact that it takes 20-some hours to get where we're going, I actually get excited that I'm gonna be up in the air soon.

Go figure.

I don't know why I always so look forward to flying. I just do. And before you think I'm totally insane, know that I am fully aware of the hassle of flying. I know what it's like having to stand in long security lines. I know what it's like losing luggage. And although I've never had to deal with a situation like someone I know had to last week, when her Sunday night flight from Detroit to Marquette didn't actually make it to Marquette until Wednesday night), I know first hand what it's like having to make a short connection or re-book a canceled flight.

Yet, I still look forward to doing it.

I suppose, if I had to think about it, that maybe it's because I like the romance of flying. Not romance as falling head over heels in love, and not romance as in joining the Mile High Club, but just the “romance” of doing something out of the ordinary and going somewhere special. Maybe I like it because flying is a gateway to an adventure. And that's true. But it still wouldn't account for the fact that I even enjoy the flights home after the “adventure” is finished. I still enjoy boarding the plane, spending hours gazing out the window and watching the world slip by below me, and I still enjoy the rhythm of life that's unique to an airport.

I can't explain why. I just do.

Ask me again in mid-May after we've experienced whatever's gonna happen during our flights to Europe and back. But you know what? Even if something bad were to happen, even if I spent a lot of time afterward grumbling about it, I'd probably still harbor a weird, secret wish--

That I'd be able to fly again, and fly again soon.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 3/23

Black jellybeans. Never, ever black jellybeans.

Loraine and I took our annual Easter shopping trip out to Harvey this past weekend; Lofaro's for everything I'll need to make Easter dinner, and Snyder Drug just to check out their collection of Easter goodies. While perusing all of the choices from which we could choose, we came across the one Easter candy that's so bad, so horrid, that it threatens to turn a person off of sugar and yummy treats forever. Which Easter goody is so bad, so horrid, that it threatens to do that for me?

Black jellybeans.

Unlike, say, the tale I've mentioned several times about how bananas (literally) make me throw up, I've never ever liked black jellybeans. And I'll be the first to admit it's the taste of them. While I like anise in cookies and LOVE the taste of anise in that weird German Fennel-Anise-Caraway Seed tea I drink, the taste of it in black jellybeans (and its weird cousin, black licorice) just turns my stomach. Unlike bananas, I don't know why it turns my stomach. It just does. And it's not even because I force-fed myself so many black jellybeans that I made myself sick, like I did with bananas when I was two or three. I don't think I could ever eat that many black jellybeans, because I just don't like the taste.

If that makes me a freak, so be it, because I know there are a LOT of people who love black jellybeans. I know of people who'll buy a bag of nothing BUT black jellybeans and eat them one after the other. But not me. Any other color of jellybean is fine; heck, I even like those bubble-gum flavored Jelly Bellys that make some people wretch.

But black jellybeans? Nope. I'll leave those for you.

So if you happen to see me being offered jellybeans sometime in the next few weeks (not that you would, but never say never), you can rest assured that I'll happy munch down on the red ones, the green ones, the yellow ones, the blue ones, and even the bubble gum ones. But the black ones?

I think I'll pass.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, 3/20

Here are two pictures to wrap up one of the weirdest weeks in recent history.

As you know, we had a LOT of snow the past ten days. The Weather Service in Negaunee recorded the snowiest week in the 64 years since they moved up there, and while we had 20 inches of white stuff dumped upon us here in the city, our friends out at KI Sawyer are still digging out from the 54 inches (four and a half feet!) of snow they've endured since last weekend.

So I guess I wasn't too surprised when I got home last night and Loraine told me that I needed to head a few blocks over from where we live to see a tunnel that someone had tried to snow blow through a drift.

I present to you the sidewalk on the east side of Pine Street, by Williams Park--

I have NO idea why someone took a snowblower through the drift, although I'm guessing it was just to say they did it. And if you wondering just how high those walls of snow are, here's a picture of a dork standing inside of it--

Now, I'm 5-10 and a half (the average high of an American male, if you're curious) and the walls of snow are at least a foot and a half above my head. THAT'S how much snow was in that drift, and that's how much snow someone had to blow through just to make that narrow path. How they managed to get a snowblower through the drift remains a mystery, but I do have to admit that I stand in awe of their accomplishment.

Especially after the week we've had.

Hopefully, this upcoming weekend is a lot lot more peaceful than the past week. After what we've been through, I'm pretty sure that we deserve it.

Have a great one yourself!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 3/19

Once or twice a year, the jacket comes in handy.

This is the jacket of which I'm speaking--

It's been sitting on the back of my office door for, geez, 15 or so years now.  A couple of times a year, when it's cold in our studio and I (like a dummy) haven't dressed like I should, I'll slip it on, be warm, and be thankful that I have it.

Everyone needs a jacket like that, right?

Now, if you look at the picture closely, you may be thinking to yourself “Jim...why do you have a personalized Checker Cab jacket hanging on your office door?”  And that would actually be a good thought to have.  You see, I have a personalized Checker Cab jacket on my office door because of a contest we did with the company in the early teens, our “Trivia Taxi” contest, where a Checker Cab would pick up a listener and drive them around Marquette while I asked them trivia questions.

And yes, it WAS a blatant rip-off of the TV show “Cash Cab”.  I don't think we ever denied that.

8-)

Anyway, the contest went on for several months, and during that time the then owner of Checker, Jesse Schram, who also doubled as the taxi driver of whom participants could ask advice, gave me the jacket in appreciation for the contest.  Since then, I've used it as my “office” jacket on those occasions when it's needed.  And trust me—this winter, especially the past week or so, it's been needed.

So if you ever come into the station on a chilly day and notice a Checker Cab jacket on me, that's why.  I haven't traded jobs or anything.  I'm just using a gift from a long-ago contest, a gift that after 15 or so years is still much appreciated.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 3/18

The fact blew what little was left of my sanity.

Because of all the snow (in fact, the snowiest one week period since the National Weather Service moved to Negaunee, which was 1961 or '62), I've spent four of the past five work days working alone. And much like the year & and a half I worked alone during Covid, during the past week I've started to notice little things I do without even thinking the one I happen to have noticed?

I wash my hands a lot. Specifically, during an eight hour day, probably 12 or so times. But that includes washing out tea mugs and after digging out dusty computer cables, so it's probably not that much is it?

Actually, that's not a bad thing. I know washing your hands is a good thing. After all, the best thing you can do to stop the spread of ANY kind of germs (and get rid of dirt from dusty computer cables) is to wash your hands. It's so simple, and it's so effective. I do it myself quite often, and how often do I get sick?

At least (ahem) physically sick?

So I did a little digging to find out how often “normal” people wash their hands; specifically, how many times per day the average American does it. It's 8.6 times in a 24-hour day, not just an eight hour workday, if you're curious, which means that in at least one way I'm quite above average. But the fact that accompanied that was the one that blew my mind--

73 million Americans—22 percent of us—don't wash their hands at all. Whatever was on their hands after working, pooping, and touching anything and everything is still on there.

I'll pause here for a moment if you feel the need to dry heave for a second.

22 percent of Americans go from wiping their butts to unwrapping a Twinkie without washing their hands. 22 percent of Americans go from sneezing in their hands to shaking your hand without washing said hand.. 22 percent of Americans go from digging through the garbage to changing a child's diaper without washing their hands.

Now, I'm not a germophobe, nor do I play one on TV, but is it any wonder some people get sick at the drop of a hat with the flu, the common cold, and any kind of crud that you can pick up from another person? A little simple personal hygiene could make everyone safer & healthier.

But maybe I'm just odd that way. And maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't work alone so often. I shudder to think what strange personal habit I may notice next.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 3/17

I think I've run out of words to describe the situation.

After almost 48 hours, our Blizzard Warning is no more, the snow seems to have stopped falling, and the winds are starting to die down. This has been a horrid, horrid situation, with schools still closed, roads still impassible, and a monster clean-up in front of everyone.

It was so bad I even had to snowshoe to work yesterday, where this was the scene that greeted me as I made it past the Peter White Public Library--

It's funny; we really didn't get as much snow as was in the forecast, but winds of over 50 mph drove the 14 inches we did get all over the place. There are still huge drifts everywhere; some roads in remote parts of the UP may not be cleared until the end of the week, and I think we're all still shell-shocked by what we've gone through.

Like I said, I think I've run out of words to describe. Thankfully, I had enough left to stick together my TV bit last night, an idea that Loraine actually thought might be apropos.

And as always, she was spot on--

That's all I'm gonna say about that, except to leave you with one parting thought, a phrase that has been coming out of my lips almost as much as the word “wow” the past three days--

Is it June yet?

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 3/16

You know what? Considering the circumstances, the sign was spot on.

I work across the street from the First Presbyterian Church in Marquette, where they have a sign out front that discuses what they'll be chatting about during the weekend's services. The topic they were to discuss this past weekend caught my eye on Friday, when we received a foot of snow, and seems even more relevant today, when portions of the UP could see up to three feet of the white stuff. (And you read that right—three FEET).

The topic?

I mean I know that it's just a coincidence. I'm guessing the topic for the past weekend's discussions were probably chosen well in advance. But when I saw the sign Friday during heavy snow, I thought it was perfect. And now that we're in the midst of even heavier snow?

It's even more perfect.

Armageddon, of course, implies a disastrous, permanent upheaval, and I do realize that what we're going through right now is not permanent (disastrous...well, that's up for discussion). But seeing the sign in the midst of three major storms in a six-day span couldn't have been more fitting. After all, sometimes things get so bad that the only action you can take is to laugh.

And I think most of us will agree that the past six days have been THAT bad.

We have warmer temperatures and rain the forecast for the end of this week; hopefully, that stays on track and doesn't because even more snow. Because I really don't think many of us could handle what we've been going through the past week.

For some of us, in fact, it could indeed qualify as Armageddon.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, 3/13 (!)

Okay. This is just getting to be ridiculous.

As I alluded to yesterday while NOT talking about the weather, we're in the middle of another one of those bizarre weather episodes with which we've been graced this year. This whole week seems to have been a microcosm of an entire winter, so it's probably no surprise that we're now in the midst of a snow storm, with anywhere from two inches to a foot falling over this place, with an even worse dumping expected on Sunday.

Mother Nature, it's the middle of March. Can we please stop this torture some time soon?

8-)

Seriously; this has just been a weird few weeks around here. Today's the second day this week that most places in the UP cancelled school, and after almost all of our snow melted some areas are getting a LOT of it back. So in order to, perhaps, nudge Mother Nature, to give her a gentle reminder that we do deserve some nice weather, here are some pictures I took from just a few months ago.

Hopefully, I'll be able to take them again soon. But until I can, Mother Nature, remember when you gave us green?

You have us beach weather?

You gave us bike weather?

You gave us things growing from trees?

You gave us opportunities to see (and do) things you can't see (or do) in the snow?

And you gave us a color (or six) OTHER that white?

You know, if you could do that again, and do it again soon, that would be cool. That would be really, really cool.

Thanks in advance,

Your pal,

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, 3/12

Today, I promise not to write ANYTHING about the weather. I'll save that for tomorrow when we're supposed to get another foot (or more) of the white crap.

Sigh...

Instead, two totally unrelated things I've been meaning to mention. First of all is a weird thought that popped into my head yesterday afternoon while eating an apple—do you leave the stem in when eating an apple, or do you twist it out? I don't know why the thought popped into my head; it just did. I personally twist the stem out. I don't know why; I mean, I could eat an apple with the stem in it. It wouldn't bother me at all. But for whatever reason, I always twist the stem out.

I guess I'm just weird like that.

And in regard to twisting the stem out of an apple—is/was there some kind of weird thing that goes along with how many twists it takes to get the stem out of the apple? You know; like if it takes four twists you'll kiss four people this year, or something strange like that? I seem to remember something along those lines from when I was a kid, but I don't remember any of the details. So if YOU know if I'm remembering this correctly or if I've just moved myself one step closer to heading off the deep end (a distinct possibility), let me know.

And thanks.

Secondly, I would like you to read this paragraph--

“In this paper, we develop a cascadic multigrid algorithm for fast computation of the Fiedler vector of a graph Laplacian, namely, the eigenvector corresponding to the second smallest eigenvalue. This vector has been found to have applications in fields such as graph partitioning and graph drawing. The algorithm is a purely algebraic approach based on a heavy edge coarsening scheme and pointwise smoothing for refinement. To gain theoretical insight, we also consider the related cascadic multigrid method in the geometric setting for elliptic eigenvalue problems and show its uniform convergence under certain assumptions. Numerical tests are presented for computing the Fiedler vector of several practical graphs, and numerical results show the efficiency and optimality of our proposed cascadic multigrid algorithm.”.

My question is this—did you understand it? Please say no. Please say that only a genius (or, in the case of the person who wrote it, a former lineman for the Baltimore Ravens who's a math scholar) can understand it. Because, you know, if that's something most people understand and I don't; well, then, I even dumber than I thought I was.

And that's quite dumb!

Okay. That's it for unrelated things for now. Except for this—if you're in Marquette and wanna see a dork on TV, there's a special fundraising edition of “High School Bowl” on WNMU-TV tonight at 9. There will be two pledge breaks in the show, and the aforementioned dork—well, okay me—will be begging for bucks for Public Media.

Between those, though, will be game segments featuring some of the brightest young people on the planet. And I'm pretty sure at least one or two of them might even understand that paragraph about the cascadic multigrid algorithm.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, 3/11

Okay. This can stop any year now.

As I may have mentioned once or twice (or several hundred times) the past few months, we're in the middle of an honest to goodness “Throwback Winter”, a season that reflects what winters used to be like around here before we broke the planet. After a bunch of mild winters in a row I don't think most people are quite happy with the way this one is turning out, and were kind of euphoric on Monday when it jumped up into the 50s and melted a whole bunch of the white stuff--

However, it didn't last too long. Here's what it looked like when I showed up to work this morning around 10--

We're in the middle of a Winter Storm Warning, schools all across the area once again closed, and I'm thinking the vast majority of the 300,000 people who call Upper Michigan home are so ready for this stuff to be over that today is kind of like a gut punch to the psyche.

It really IS unwelcome.

It blows my mind that according to the National Weather Service, here in the city of Marquette we're only 15 or so inches above our “average” snow total. Based on the massive amount of white stuff we've all had to move this year it doesn't seem possible, but that's science and, as we all know, science doesn't lie. Averages, of course, are made up of many different numbers, including those when our horrid winters were the norm and not just “Throwback”.

We've just been spoiled the past decade or so.

Will it ever end? Well, that's a question for people much smarter than I. All I know is that our brief tease of Spring this past weekend was just that—a tease. Apparently, we still have a LOT more of our “Throwback” winter to get through.

Yuck.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, 3/10

I wonder if anyone actually got all of the jokes?

Following last week's somber TV piece about the ultimately unsuccessful search for a missing person in Marquette, I decided to go all out on the goofiness this week. Thankfully, this time of the year there is a ready made subject for a little goofiness, which I'm guessing is the ONLY thing potholes are good for. So I went all out on them last night, mixing in gags ranging from Yooper jokes to off-handed comments about 16^th century Portuguese explorers.

Why? The question, perhaps, should be “why not”, right?

8-)

This was also one of those instances where the bit came in way too long, and I had to cut a bunch of gags out, including (but not limited to) my favorite Bugs Bunny cartoon, the two least of the Great Lakes (Erie and Ontario, obviously), Bigfoot, and the state bird of Michigan, the mosquito. But you know what? As we've said before, sometimes editing makes things better.

See if it did this week--

I think I've written in here before about a line one of my favorite comedic personalities of all time (Jack Benny) once said—“if we can't stick in one joke a week just for us, we're in the wrong business”. So if there's a gag or two (or eight) in there that you didn't get or seems just plain stupid (probably the vast majority of them), never fear.

I was just paying homage to one of the great comedic minds of all time. It was just me writing a gag (or six) for myself.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, 3/9

And now, we’re left with the garbage.

With probably 90% of the snow in the city of Marquette melting over the past week, what was just recently a white wonderland is now a big brown blob of sand and junk and all kinds of crap, both figurative and literal (thank you, the small minority of Marquette dog owners who don’t think the city’s pooper scooper law applies to them). Loraine and I went for a stroll Sunday and were astounded by the amount of bottles, cans, empty fast food wrappers, and other different examples of the refuse of winter, all laying in decaying heaps on city sidewalks and in city streets.

As I wrote about last week, March may be the one month of the year when Marquette isn’t, well, beautiful. Aside from being filled with leftover brown dirt, it's also filled with the leftover remainders of people who think that, just because they can’t see where it lands, it’s okay to toss whatever garbage they have in their cars or in their hands on the nearest sidewalk. And it’s also filled with the leftover remainders of pets, innocent animals whose owners think it’s okay to leave big piles of bacterial-filled waste on a sidewalk where hundreds of people must dodge said piles when the snow melts for the season.

Sigh.

Thankfully, as I mentioned last week, we live in a community where the clean-up doesn’t take too long. But until then, we’re stuck with an uglier than usual city. Uglier than usual because of the natural result of winter ending (the sand everywhere, and the broken branches everywhere), and uglier than usual because, well, some people are just slobs.

The sad thing is, of course, that it doesn’t have to be that way. People COULD pick up after themselves during winter, and then when March rolls around, clean-up would be quicker, it wouldn’t cost the city so much, and Marquette could start looking like Marquette again, instead of someone’s personal garbage heap.

Sad to say, though, I won’t be holding my breath waiting for that to happen. After all, I know what people are like these days.

And let's just say my faith in humanity is not what it once was...

(jim@wmqt.com)