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.
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