Friday, September 11, 2026

Friday, 9/11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It'll be interesting to see.

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

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, September 10, 2026

Thursday, 9/10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, now you have your answer.

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

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, September 9, 2026

Wednesday, 9/9

And greetings from somewhere on I-75. I’m not quite sure where, but it’s the place where there are trees on the left and trees on the right.

So wherever that is, that’s where we are.

We had a very nice, very extended weekend down in Reese, visiting Loraine’s family and for a few short hours actually forgetting what day of the week it was.

And that VERY rarely happens.

Otherwise, we just spent time with Loraine’s dad's cats, eating a lot, and, uhm, going to the one place we can’t go to in Marquette, if only because we don’t have one--Aldi. I told you if you behaved I'd take a picture, and you did, so...



Hi, my name is Jim, and I’m an Aldi-holic. And if you think I’m bad now, just wait until we actually DO get one in Marquette. After the first week, I may need an intervention.

So be forewarned.

We also spent some time just wandering around Loraine’s home town. Reese reminds me a lot of and is about the same size of Gwinn, and that led to something you may—just may—see on TV next Monday night.

But that's next week.

For now, how about a couple of pictures, like yet another example of “The Awesome Flatness of Reese”--


It’s actually hard to capture in a picture just how flat Reese is; in sections with no trees you can see for miles and miles and miles. Because it’s flat it’s home to hundreds of farms, which means that the only things that rise more than 20 feet above the terrain would be the grain elevators, as you see in the picture above, although some of the farm equipment on sale might qualify, as well.




But if you know where to look, you can see things in the nooks and crannies that make Loraine’s home town uniquely “Reese”.




But for now, it's back to reality...not that reality is in any way a bad thing. The past weekend did, however, show just how nice it is to escape from that reality on occasion, if only for a few days.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, September 3, 2026

Thursday, 9/3

Now, it's all over except the shouting. Or the sobbing.

After all, it's been that kind of week.

It's actually been a couple of “that kind of weeks”, as you well know if you've been perusing these rantings on a daily basis. But like I said, after today it slows down...or, at least changes venues. Tomorrow morning Loraine and I head downstate to visit her dad over the Labor Day weekend, which means that we get to do three things--

1.  Hang out with her nieces & nephews

2. Visit the Aldi in Caro (a town a quarter of the size of Marquette but, for some reason, has an Aldi while we don't), and

3. Enjoy the awesome flatness of Reese--



That's a phrase Loraine once coined, and she's right. Growing up where there are a LOT of hills I never had an idea any place could be so flat. It's so flat, in fact, that on a clear day you can see the top of the Zilwaukee Bridge, which is TWELVE miles away.

That's flat.

So there won't be one of these either tomorrow or Tuesday, which is the day we'll be driving back. Wednesday, you'll get to see picture of the “Awesome Flatness” and, if you behave, maybe even one of the Caro Aldi, as well.

I know...THAT will get you through the weekend, won't it?

8-)

Speaking of the weekend, have yourself a great one. Back on Wednesday!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, September 2, 2026

Wednesday, 9/2

Nope. I will never, ever use it. Not even if you put a gun to my head.

The world has been turned upside down the past few years by the advent of AI, artificial intelligence. It's crept into every facet of life these days, whether you want it to or not, and it's been used for many different purposes, up to and including replacing writers, musicians, and other creative individuals in doing things like writing daily blogs.

But I'll make this guarantee to you right now--

You'll never have to worry about one of these being written by a machine.

After once again talking about how busy I was this week, someone sent me a note and suggested that if I'm ever in a time crunch, I should try & see if AI could write one of these. She says she's used it, and no one was the wiser. In theory, I suppose I could outsource these to a machine. I've written almost 3,000 of them, and I could feed those 3,000 into AI, have it analyze my writing style, pick out a topic, and then have it write 500 words. And you know what? I'm guessing that it could come up with a reasonable facsimile of what I do.

And that's just one of the scary parts.

I mean, no "artist" (not that I consider myself an artist) wants to be replaced by a machine, but these days it is possible.. And seeing as how we're only in the early days of artificial intelligence, I'm guessing that in a couple of years the machines may supplant human creativity. But that's not the point. Up until a few years ago creativity was just that--a human endevour. If we allow AI to do it for us, does that make us a little less human? The machines more human?

The mind boggles.

Aside from the ethical consideration, there's also the environmental ones. Every time someone uses AI it sucks up a huge amount of electricity to power the computer chips behind it, and a huge amount of water to cool those chips so they can keep working. With the way we've been wrecking the planet lately do we really want to spew more power plant pollution into the air and suck more precious water out of the ground?

It blows my mind that some people are okay with that. But apparently, they are.

I realize that I sound like a technological Luddite in writing this, but as we all know I'm really not. It just seems like we're at a tipping point in our growth as a species. Do we really want to outsource the most human of our activities--the arts--to a machine that gobbles up finite natural resources? In my opinion, at least, it's not a thing I want to be party to. I mean, I realize that I'm probably in the minority on this, but change just for the sake of change isn't always the best thing in the world.

So, if you don't mind, I'll just keep writing these with my human brain, powered by chocolate and green tea. You won't catch me using AI to assist in anything to do with these. And I hope that's okay.

I do wonder, though, if that means I'm somewhat akin to a dinosaur standing on a North American plain 66 million years ago, watching a fireball streak across the sky, and not knowing that things are about to change forever, and not for the good.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Tuesday, 9/1

And here, after I did two TV bits last night, I thought things would slow down.

You may recall that I had a bit of a busy week last week. Even though I'm getting ready to head downstate to see Loraine's dad in a few days, I was hoping it would be a little slower this week. But you know what?

I was wrong.

I mean, I'm on course to make sure everything's ready for radio while I'm gone. As I said, I taped next week's TV piece (to air on Labor Day) last night. But now, I all of a sudden find I have meetings today and tomorrow, plus an interview someone scheduled for me without (ahem) asking if I have the time to do it.

So, you know, now I have those to look forward to.

I keep thinking back to a coffee cup I once saw that said “being an adult means hoping your schedule clears up next week”. Well, it's now next week, and (checking his calendar) my schedule hasn't cleared up yet.

I think the coffee cup may have been on to something.

So with that in mind, I'm going to leave you with one of the TV things I did last night. It's horrifying, it's chilling, and it's apocalyptic.

Or maybe that's just me.

8-)



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, August 31, 2026

Monday, 8/31

I'm not ready for summer to be over.

The rain & cooler temperatures of this past weekend, and the fact that I just typed “8/31” when starting this blog have added to the feeling I've been carrying around the past couple of weeks that my favorite time of the year is coming to a close. Not only that, but it's been a weird summer—really hot some days, quite cool on others, rain when there was supposed to be sun, smoke descending from the heaven. I keep hoping that we'll get a couple of “normal” days so we can at least go out on a high note.

But I don't think that's gonna happen.

If you're a weather professional, the season actually ends today, when “Meteorological Summer”, the months of June, July, & August, wrap up. And that's how I usually think of summer, even though the three weeks of September before the actual equinox occurs can often be nicer than the beginning of June. However, there's just something about the high sun angle and the promise of warm days to come in June that you can't get in September, no matter how hard you try.

But...what are you gonna do, right?

I know there are plenty of people who are looking forward to the cooler days, the changing leaves, and the pumpkin spiced everything that mark the next few months. I don't begrudge them that at all. But for me, summer—even an insanely busy one like this one—is an escape from reality. It's a time when I can head to the beach or jump on my bike and just mentally run away from everything.

Call it a character flaw on my part, but I, at least, can't do that when it's cold or snowy or pumpkin spiced. I just can't.

Hopefully, everything that I was able to get out of summer this year will help me get through to summer next year. Given the way this year has gone so far, I'm not 100% sure, but I'm hopeful. Otherwise, come January or February get ready for me posting a lot of pictures of sun & leaves & blue skies and maybe, just maybe, a lot of whining about I'm soooooo ready for summer to begin.

Don't say you weren't forewarned.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, August 28, 2026

Friday, 8/28

The note may have made it all worth it.

If you've been reading these recently you know I've been in the middle of a rather busy week (including a show tonight at the Lake Superior Theater). And it's still going on; Loraine and I are going downstate a week from today to visit daily blog reader Floyd of Reese, so I have to work ahead for that (like making sure radio runs while I'm gone and writing two TV bits) before we hit the road.

I know. The fun never ends, right?

8-)

Anyway, I received a hand-written note from someone who had been involved in one of the things that made the past week so busy. I wasn't at all expecting the note, so when I saw the words “Thank you for all the joy you bring”, I had to stop and think about it for a second. I mean; I've never quite thought of it that way. I hope this doesn't make me sound strange, but I've never really considered the effect that my work has on people. I put a tour or program together, I do it, I mentally go over what went right and what didn't go the way I thought, and then I move on to the next project.

This may be short-sighted of me, but I guess I never stopped to consider how the people attending the projects felt during and after.

I mean, I know they (hopefully) laughed and some will tell me how much they enjoyed it, but I guess I never thought of it that way. I never thought of it as bringing people joy. But if they did laugh a little and enjoyed what I did, then I guess I AM bringing people a little joy. And these days, is there anything more precious to share with a group of people?

I don't think so.

So I'd like to thank the person who gave me the note, for both giving it to me and for opening my eyes to this new perspective on my work. I've always known how it's impacted me; now I know how it affects others, as well.

Have a great weekend!

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, August 27, 2026

Thursday, 8/27

Today's my "normal" day.

First of all, if you're wondering how "Happy Hour II" went last night, here's how "Happy Hour II" went last night--




I had no idea how it would turn out, especially with the rain showers and the threat of storms we had throughout the day, but 170 or so people joined us. I just knew that after the success we had with it last year, and the fact that many people asked if we'd be doing it again, that we HAD to do it again.

And I'm guessing that was a good decision.

As I had mentioned on Monday, this is an insane week--TV the first two days, the tour last night, and a Lake Superior Theater show tomorrow night. That means that day is the "normal" day of my week. Now, as we all know, there's literally nothing normal about my life, but if you had to submit a photo as to what a "normal" day night be like, it would be today--working in radio for eight hours, going home to write a bunch of crap, and making sure that everything is ready for both the boathouse show tomorrow night and for the jaunt Loraine and I are taking to see her dad next weekend.

And who know--I may even get five minutes just to stare out the window and try to relax.

If that, indeed, is even possible any more.

As we know, while I may comment about weeks like these, I am not in any way complaining about weeks like these. This is the life I lead, and as I've mentioned before, I wouldn't trace it for anything in the world. I enjoy what I do, even if I (on occasion) wish it were spread out a little more. But you know what? You can't have everything. And even if you did, to quote Stephen Wright, where would you keep it?

8-)

So that's where things stand, at least as of this morning. I'm now off to have a "normal" day. As if, of course, anything in my life could actually ever BE normal.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Wednesday, 8/26

To quote a great Scottish philosopher, tonight's the night. Assuming, of course, the rains holds off.

Thar's right. Tonight's the night we hit the streets for the follow-up to the most successful tour I've ever given, "Happy Hours: The Legendary Bars of Marquette". As you may recall, last year almost 300 people followed me through a downtown Marquette filled with smoke haze as we discussed the debauchery, bad decisions, and what can happen when the legal drinking age was lowered to 18.

It was a blast.

Well, assuming it's not a downpour (and as I'm writing this it's just cloudy, with even a little blue sky here and there) we're doing it again tonight, taking a slightly different route and talking about some bars we didn't get to last time. Although, if this will be your first time on a bar tour, never fear--we'll be playing the greatest hits of Snuffy's, Andy's, Flagman's, and, of course, the Alibi In fact, I wrote a newspaper article about the Alibi, which I'm re-purposing (you remember that word, right?) below. So if you have the chance, and it's (fingers crossed) not raining, join us tonight. You'll hear amazing stories both old & new, get the chance to partake in Marquette's Social District should you choose, and maybe (just maybe) get the answer to a question that bugged us all last year--

Was a certain downtown bar actually Marquette's last-ever brothel?

The answer tonight!

(jim@wmqt.com)

******

Today, the building houses a personal training center. But for approximately 15 years, it was the home of one of the most popular college bars in Marquette history…

The Alibi.



Not a lot of pictures or physical documentation exists of the Alibi, probably because the people who went there had had things OTHER than documenting history on their mind. But the stories that came from the nightclub will live on for years to come.

The Alibi opened in December of 1974 when several investors purchased The Brat House, which in the two years it had been opened had developed a reputation as one of the rowdier establishments on Marquette’s bar scene. The Alibi Rock Theater, as it was first known, was designed to be nothing like the Brat House. Its major selling point was a state of the art sound system that could shake the floor and projectors that could allow the new owners to show movies and televised sporting events on the bar’s walls.

However, like all Marquette college bars of the 1970s, the Alibi quickly developed a reputation of its own.

It’s been said by those who were there that the Alibi’s busiest days were snow days at NMU, when students would quickly head across the street from the dorms to celebrate classes being canceled. If students weren’t quite sure where to go, ads placed in the North Wind thoughtfully showed just how easy it was to get from Magers or Meyland Hall to the club.

The Alibi just wasn’t a place for college students to get cheap drinks like the legendary “Supa Beers”.. With its sound system, the Alibi also had a long history with music. Like almost every college bar in the country in the 1970s, it’s claimed that “The Alligator” was first danced there. And as disco swept the country, the Alibi was one of the first places in the UP that went all in with a lit dance floor, strobe lights, and a group of DJs still remembered fondly to this day.

Like many bars of the era that catered to college students, the Alibi’s first big test came in December of 1978 when the state of Michigan raised its drinking age from 18 to 21. That meant the vast majority of NMU students couldn't legally purchase a drink. That didn't stop the vast majority of them from trying to get served, leading the bar to place ads in local papers asking minors to please PLEASE stop trying.

Needless to say, the ads didn't have the desired effect.

To try to make up for the last revenue the bar tried many different stunts & promotions; everything from attempting to cash in on the “Urban Cowboy” craze to contests that would rate patrons parading around in tight jeans and wet T-shirts, events that would raise an eyebrow or two these days. One of the Alibi’s biggest promotions throughout the 1980s was a quasi sporting event. According to someone who worked at the bar in the 1980s, their one lasting memory of the Alibi was coming into work at noon every day and smelling nothing but Jell-O thanks to the Jello-O wrestling that had been held the night before.

The one thing the Alibi did have going for it was its sound system. Live music was a mainstay at the bar, and many local performers recall the nights they spent playing there, some developing a fan base that lasted for years. As the years wore on, the projectors that were installed in 1974 were used less and less, leading the bar's customers during its latter years to not even know they existed

Like many college bars in the 1980s liquor license violations were common; in fact, some people say the Alibi would serve you as long as you were tall enough to empty your piggy bank on the bar. Even new owners couldn’t stop the stem of under-aged college students trying their best to get served. After another license suspension in late 1990, the bar's owners called it quits, shutting down a club that literally thousands of NMU students considered their second home.

The legend, however, lives on, as even three and a half decades after it closed, people will still share fond stories of what they were able to get away with at the Marquette bar “where the funzat”...

The Alibi.

********

Stories (and establishments) such as those of the Alibi will be the focus of "Happy Hour II—More Bars & Even More Wild Stories” a walking tour for the Marquette Regional History Center. It gets underway at 630 on Wednesday, August 26th, at the History Center, and will take place within the city's Social District. There's a $5 suggested donation. To find out more, call the History Center at (906) 226-3571, or visit www.marquettehistory.org.

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Tuesday, 8/25

I can't believe I've now done it 200 times.

Last night's "Life in the 906" was, as I mentioned yesterday, a milestone. It was the 200th time that I stood in the studio and babbled on and on about a topic When I started doing these, I had no idea how long I'd be doing it, or if I'd even want to keep doing them.

But I guess we now have our answer to both of those questions.

I've been thinking the past couple of months about whether or not I wanted to do a "special" one for number 200, but nothing really came to me. Then before doing last week's bit I had mentioned to Kevin that the next one would be number 200, and he asked if I was planning something to commemorate it. As I started to walk home afterwards, a thought popped into my head.

By the time I got home, the piece I did last night was almost fully written in my head.

Maybe that's one of the cool things about this particular endeavor. I've had to come up with 200 ideas, one week at a time. Some weeks it's like pulling teeth figuring out a topic that might interest people; others (like the one last night) just come to me in a bolt of inspiration and all I have to do is type the thoughts spilling out my my brain.

It's been weird. But it's also been fun, and it's it's been an eye-opening blast.

And after last night I can't wait to see what pops out of my brain for the next 200 segments of "Life in the 906".

So just how DID I mark number 200? Check it out for yourself--




(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, August 24, 2026

Monday, 8/24

This is going to be one of *those* weeks.

To whit--

Tonight I go on TV like I usually do (although tonight's edition is a milestone event, so there's a little added pressure for that).

Tomorrow, I work. And go to a family event. And maybe do TV again to plug what I'm doing the next night.

Wednesday, I give my "Happy Hour 2" tour.

Thursday, I work and have a bunch of meetings.

Friday, Jack & I are doing "Legends & Lore III" to wrap up the season of the Lake Superior Theater (aka the boathouse).

Saturday and Sunday, I'm thinking I just might pass out. Although I WILL have to write another two TV spot for next Monday and for Labor Day, because Loraine and I are heading downstate over the Labor Day weekend to see her dad.

So...see what I mean when I say it's going to be one of *those* weeks?

It's weird; I get one of *those* weeks every so often. I don't know why and I don't know how, but it seems time and the plane on which I live conspire to throw everything they can at me. Two or three weeks a year I can count on having to be in six places at once, and rolling out every available permutation of Jim--Radio Jim, History Jim, TV Jim, and then, in the end Exhausted Jim. In fact, I think this upcoming week probably ranks right up there with the week I had in late January where I did both “High School Bowl” and a TV appearance on Wednesday, the debut of “Legends & Lore III” at Kaufman on Thursday, "High School Bowl" again on Friday, and then announced at the Noquemanon Saturday.

And that was a blast (he says sarcastically).

I'm not looking for pity; after all, I bring this upon myself. And, truth be told, it's much preferable to just sitting around looking for something to do. It's just that when presented with a week like this one I'm about to face, a small part of my brain goes "Really"? Like things couldn't be spread out a little more?

But alas, it's not to be.

So wish me luck this week. If you see me literally (which I'm allowed to use in this case) running from one place to another, know there's a reason for it.

It's one of *those* weeks.

(jim@wmqt.com

Friday, August 21, 2026

Friday, 8/21

You know what I haven't done recently?

I haven't re-purposed anything recently.

You may remember one of our favorite words around here, "re-purpose" It's when you take something originally produced for another reason--like a newspaper article or a video--and and stick it in something else (like a blog) to save yourself from having to write said blog.

That's "re-purposing" something.

Because I've been creating so much content these days, and because time is running out to legitimately re-purpose some of it, I'm going to share a teaser video I made with my pal Emily at the Marquette Regional History Center for my bar tour coming up Wednesday night. We've been doing this kind of thing for the past five or six tours--I stand up & babble, she shoots me doing it, and then works her magic to make it presentable. If she's inspired, she'll even re-purpose it herself into something like the Tik Tok video she made of me a few years ago that garnered over six million views (and counting).

So with that in mind, here's today re-purposed piece of content. Have a great weekend; hopefully, you don't get rained on too much. And remember, if you're not doing anything this upcoming Wednesday night...

Maybe the video will tempt you to join us!

8-)


(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, August 20, 2026

Thursday, 8/20

Above all, I really admire his determination.

I think I've mentioned before how working where I do--in the heart of downtown Marquette--allows me to observe people as they pass by up & down Frost Street. It's especially interesting this time of the year, when you can watch the tourists with their heads on a swivel or buried in Google maps. But you also develop a sense of the "regulars", the people who live & work in the area and make their way here and there on a daily basis.

Like the elderly gentleman who passes by each morning with the walker.

Now, I have no idea who this individual is. I'm guessing he probably lives at Pine Ridge, and that he heads out every single day on a journey downtown. Whether it's for exercise or for chores, I have no idea. All I know is that I'll see his slowly make his way down the hill with his walker, and then an hour or so later he'll be back going up the hill, oftentimes moving a little slower than on his journey down, but he makes it.

That is one bad-ass dude.

As you may recall, we've had some nasty weather this summer. And even on the days when it's been 95 degrees or there's been smoke so thick you couldn't see four blocks away, he was out there, making his way up & down Front Street. I was glad to see that on the smokiest of days he was wearing an N-95 mask, but he was still out there.

And that was impressive.

Like I said, I don't know who he is; in fact, the closest I've come to talking to him has been the several tines we exchanged greetings as I was standing outside the station eating and he was coming up the hill with his walker. But that doesn't stop my admiration for what he's doing. He's obviously had some health issues in his life recently, yet he's doing his darnedest to to get out there and continue enjoying life. Whether his walk is for rehab or just for fun. I think it's something that we should all emulate, at least if we're ever in a situation like that.

Maybe one of these days I'll run out while he's shuffling by, and let him know how much I admire what he's doing. But he's working hard when he's out there, and I don't know if I want to interrupt him. I guess in the end it doesn't matter; as long as he keeps doing what he's doing, we can put him on the list of one the reasons why it's so great to work in downtown Marquette--

To see people like this gentleman (and his walker) setting an example for the rest of us.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Wednesday, 8/19

I wonder which side of the story is actually true?

As you may recall, I'm giving an updated version of my "Happy Hour: The Legendary Bars of Marquette" tour coming up one week from today, August 26th. Last year's version was maybe the most successful I've ever done, with around 300 people following me though an evening of Canadian fire haze (Social District drinks in hand) to learn all about the wild episodes of debauchery that have occurred in Marquette bars & taverns over the past 177 years.

It was a blast.

One of the things I mentioned, though, caused a bit of confusion amongst not only me, but several people in the tour. Just as an aside, when we passed the law office on Spring Street that used to be the home of an old bar called Antler's, I repeated a story that several people have told me--namely, Antler's was Marquette's last brothel, even up and including the 70s. When I mentioned that fact--shared to me at various times by a lawyer, a cab driver, and the person who bought the building after the bar closed--someone in the crowd said I was wrong.

If only because his grandparents owned Antlers.

So one of the things I'm working on for this tour is to determine, once and for all, which version (if any) is actually true. And in the year since, you know what kind of concrete evidence I've found for any of the stories?

Zip. Zilch. Nada.

I mean, I've come across some great tales of prostitution during the 1880s and 1890s. Heck, I've even found out that area women would host (and get arrested for) paying gentlemen from the then-KI Sawyer Air Force Base into the 1960s. But do you think I could find anything that, one way or another, could establish what the story of Antlers (or the building it was located in) was?

Nope.

One of the issues I've run into is conflicting timelines; in other words, when people said certain things happened don't match up with the time the bar was in existence. I'm still checking, though, and who knows...maybe someday I'll actually uncover the truth about the bar and what may--or may not--have happened there.

Because no matter which side of the tale you believe may have happened, the truth is actually a big part of Marquette history.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Tuesday, 8/18

You know...I don't even remember the last time I was at the UP State Fair.

I mention that because it's State Fair week in Escanaba, when (seemingly) half the UP heads down to check everything out and eat their weight in fried food. Because it's such a big deal, I even did my TV spot about it last night, and while I was in the middle of doing it the thought crept into my head--

When was the last time I was there for the Fair?

As a kid, I was down there quite a bit. In the 90s I was there on an almost yearly basis, because we would sponsor some of the concerts (like Eddie Money and Robert Palmer, among others). But in the 20-plus since then?

Nope.

I suppose that one of these years I SHOULD go down there, if only to see how much it's changed since the 90s, and so I have a new frame of reference when talking about it. But going down to Escanaba and then going to the fair takes time, and what do I NOT have a lot of these days?

That, of course, would be time.

So I just have to add “fair” to the list of eleventy-thousand things for which I need to find the time. After all, it IS an iconic UP event, and I guess it's kind of hard to consider yourself a Yooper if you haven't checked it out at least once this century, right?

8-)

Here's the TV bit from last night--



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, August 17, 2026

Monday, 8/17

I would like to introduce you to my summer friend--


Okay; right about now I'm sure you're wondering why I posted a picture of the 100 west block of Bluff Street in Marquette, a street populated mostly by parking lots and parking decks. Well, as you know, it's been a hectic summer, and as it's slowly coming to an end I wanted to give credit to one of the things that has kept me sane this season.

And that would be the 100 west block of Bluff Street in Marquette.

Let me explain. On those days when I had 8,000 things to do and just needed to escape them for a few minutes I would leave the station, walk around the corner, and come upon the 100 west block of Bluff Street. Because it's mostly a parking area I could walk up & down the street and not be bothered by much other than sunshine and the occasional glances of people who were returning to their cars. If it was a particularly sunny and/or hectic day I'd take a cup of tea (usually one from Germany) and sit for a few minutes at the picnic table someone had thoughtfully placed in the grassy area at the end of the parking deck.

It allowed me to enjoy a few extra minutes of summer weather the past few months. And that's something that everyone deserves.

It's also one of the few places in downtown Marquette where there hasn't bee a lot of construction this season. Between hotels going up and streets torn apart and parking lots left and right being redone, there's a LOT going on here this summer. But aside from work on a building on the corner of Bluff & Washington, it's been (relatively) quiet in my little “sanctuary”. And these days, that's not necessarily a bad thing.

So just let me say “thanks” to the 100 west block of Bluff Street in downtown Marquette. I know our friendship was unusual, but I'm sorry it'll be coming to an end. You made this summer just a little bit better than it could have been.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, August 14, 2026

Friday, 8/14

Wow. It really is almost over.

Sunday is the 16th of August, and noon on Sunday marks the exact halfway point of the month. If you consider “summer” to be the months of June, July, and August (which I think most of us do) that means we are now about to enter the final half of the final month of summer.

Summer is 5/6ths (or 84%) of the way over, and it doesn't even seem like it's started yet.

I know I wrote about this a few weeks ago, but where the heck has the season gone? Just those few weeks ago (or so it seems) we were dealing with increasing hours of the day and (slightly) increasing temperatures to go along with it. Now it's dark at 9 pm and, in some places in the UP next week, the possibility exists that a few overnight lows could get down into the 30s.

The 30s. Summer, we hardly knew ye.

When I was young, my grandfather told me many things. I, being young, didn't think he knew what he was talking about, and promptly forgot most of them. But two things he did say stuck with me, for whatever reason. One was that sardines out of a can were delicious. The other was that as you get older, time goes by more and more rapidly. Being a kid, I didn't believe him, but as it turns out he was 100% correct. And that's why, even to this day, when I'm speaking with someone who's much younger than I (like a couple of days ago, with two young people who I know from “High School Bowl”) I always preface my “wisdom” by saying “you may think I don't know what I'm talking about, but in a few years you'll get it”.

Just like I now realize my grandfather was right, at least about how time flies as you get older. I'm still pretty sure he was way off base about the sardines.

Hopefully you were able to get something out of summer, and not have had it (like for some of us) slip by in the wink of an eye. And if you didn't? Well, there's still 16 percent of it left, and hopefully, some of it will still be summer-like.

So enjoy it with all the gusto you can.

Have a great weekend,

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, August 13, 2026

Thursday, 8/13

To me, the picture just seems like summer. But maybe that's just me.

I was going through pictures I've taken on my journeys the past few weeks, and one popped and just made me stare at it. I don't necessarily remember taking the exact picture, although I do remember walking along the South Beach bike path and snapping a shot here and there. But when I looked at it again last night, the first thought that popped into my head was that this image takes all that's good and right about summer and encapsulates it in one shot.

That picture?



Like I said, I don't remember shooting that particular image. But to see the flower, the bug upon the flower, the beach, the lake, the sun, and the sense of warmth that it all invokes; well, to me, at least, it's the perfect picture of a summer day.

And somehow, I was lucky enough to capture it.

That's the funny thing about photography; even if you have no skill at it, every so often you'll get lucky, be in the right place at the right time, and capture something unexpected. As I said, I don't remember taking the picture, and at the time didn't think much of it. I probably didn't notice the bug, or the shoreline, or anything other than the flower. Yet, some how, some way, it all came together in one shot.

Thankfully, it came together for me.

The both path along South Beach is one of my favorite places in Marquette, for several different reasons. However, until the past week or so, one of those reasons was NOT because you could take amazing pictures there.

However, after this shot, that reason is going on the list.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Wednesday, 8/12

I wonder how rich you have to be to afford a toy like this--


This is a mega-yacht that's berthed in Marquette's Lower Harbor this week, a leviathan that's been visiting various ports on the Great Lakes this summer.. I don't know who owns it (although there has been a LOT of conjecture on various social media sites), nor do I know why they're tooling around the lakes.

All I know is that it sure has people talking.

I know nothing about the construction of mega-yachts, aside from reading an article or two over the years in Vanity Fair, talking about rich people and their toys. Based on those articles, I would guess that the ship probably costs 8 figures. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if it hit 9 figures. Now, I could be wrong--like I said, I'm basing everything I know on magazine articles--but to have enough spare change to build something like that means you probably have a little too much spare change lying around.

If you know what I mean.

Let say, for the sake of argument, that it costs 80 million bucks. It's your money; you can do what you want with it. But is the world REALLY a better place by sticking a mega-yacht on the Great Lakes? Couldn't you feed, say, a million people for eighty days instead? Isn't THAT a better use of the money? Once again, it's that person's money. They can do what they want with it. All I know is that if I had 80 million bucks in spare change lying around, I sure wouldn't buy a yacht.

But then, that's just me.

I hope the yacht's owner enjoys their time in Marquette. Maybe they can look under the boat's cushions and find a couple of thousand extra dollars lying around to donate to Room at the Inn or some other organization that provides help for those who need it. Because I'm guessing that if you spend that much money on a yacht...

A donation like that is, to use the word I use to much, literally pocket change.

(jim@wmqt.com)