Thursday, July 9, 2020

Friday, 7/10


I don't have a lot of time to write this morning, as I have to meet up with my drone guy (and yes, I now have a drone guy) to go over some of the stuff we're shooting the next few days for “Third Street: Day & Night”. But I did want to make mention that I won't be able to do something I've done every weekend for over a decade now.

I won't be able to go to Farmer Q's.

In case you haven't heard, Marquette's favorite produce stand closed a few days ago, ahead of a transition from selling fruits and vegetables to selling something else that grows (and is now newly legal in Michigan). I've been a fan of the store since they opened on Washington Street, and the walk that Loraine and I have made almost every weekend since to South Marquette (even through some pretty nasty weather) will no longer be.

Bummer.

I wish Tom & Sue the best in their new endevour, and I'm a little bummed that I won't be able to pick up fresh Michigan cherries or toasted pumpkin seeds whenever I feel like. But things change, even moreso than usual this year, and I'm sure I'll (somehow) adapt.

Loraine and I will just have to find someplace else to walk on our Saturday mornings.

With that in mind, I have to scoot. Have a great weekend!




Thursday, 7/9


Well, I couldn't do it.

I had a hair appointment scheduled last night, and as I wrote last week I was torn between letting my feathery and wavy Corona-hair keep growing, or get it cut off and return my head back to normal. For some strange reason, I've been fascinated by the increasing length of the stuff popping out of scalp, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it go quite yet.

That's why I still have it.

Oh sure, the ends are trimmed and it looks a little neater, but I still have my Corona-hair. What can I say? I guess I just enjoy being a lab experiment.

As of now, at least, I do have plan for when the experiment will end. I'm thinking of letting the Corona-hair grow until either Loraine and I go to France at the beginning of September, or, more likely, because Americans aren't allowed to go anywhere these days because we can't act like adults and wear masks, right before I start shooting “High School Bowl” for the season in late September.

Either way, I'll still have the Corona-hair for a while longer.

I'm shooting some on-camera stuff for that “Third Street: Day & Night” video this weekend, which means that everyone who pays to watch it will see a host with some wild hair. Recently trimmed wild hair, mind you, but wild hair nonetheless. And if that's not worth the $5 or whatever it is they'll be charging to watch it, I don't know what is.

Hopefully, it won't scare anyone off.

That's the deal with my hair, at least for now, in case you were so bored by the world in 2020 that you were dying to know. We now return you to matters much more pressing and important.



Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Wednesday, 7/8


How much do you have lying around?

Loraine came home from work a couple of days ago and was telling me about how banks (the one she works at included) are running short of coins these days. That's probably not a surprise; for most of this year people haven't been out buying things, and many stores aren't even accepting cash these days. So it makes sense that there aren't a lot of coins in circulation these days.

However, that means than stores that do need to give out change (and the banks that supply those stores) don't have what they need, thanks to the jars, bowls, and pockets filled with unused coins. I'm one of those people; I have a jar at work in which I throw change that's just lying around. Knowing banks are in dire need, I emptied the jar into a plastic bag, walked across the street to Loraine's bank, and walked away with $56.12.

That's a lot of change.

If I'm normal (and stop laughing at that statement) and had $56.12 in change, just how many coins are lying around the country in jars and bowls and pockets around the country? Say I represent one household. There are 128.5 million other households in the country. If each one of them has $56.12 in change lying around, that's....let's see here...carry the one...bang the calculator on the desk because the batteries are dying...that's $7, 211,000,000 in coins lying around being unused.

Over seven billion dollars worth!

Now, despite my supposition above I'm not normal. Maybe I had a higher amount of coinage lying around than most people. But maybe not. Maybe there really IS 7 billion dollars worth of quarters, dimes, and pennies lying around. It wouldn't surprise me. If we haven't been able to spend them and we've just been collecting them, there really could be that much floating around.

So do your bank a favor. Get your coins together and schlep 'em over to your favored branch. Who knows—you may have a lot more lying around than you ever thought possible.

Maybe even $56.12 worth!



Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Tuesday, 7/7


Did I forget to mention it?

I received a note from someone who had noticed that yesterday I mentioned I'm putting together a Third Street video for the History Center, and wondered what happened to the walking tour, which had been planned for tomorrow night. I thought I had written about that, but seeing as how it's 2020 and nothing is working right, I may have forgotten about it.

Oops.

No, Stephanie, it's my sad duty to report that the tour for tomorrow night has been axed. Concerns over social distancing and spacing along some very narrow sidewalks along Third Street led the History Center to put the kibosh on it. We'd been trying to figure out ways that we could safely put the tour on, and had a lot of different ideas thrown on the table, but in the end it just wasn't to be.

Bummer.

So instead of a walking tour I'm now working on putting together an hour long video about the street. It'll be like a super-sized version of the “Pieces of the Past” clips I did earlier this year, and it'll be available on the History Center's website for viewing (with a donation, of course). Even though we've never tried anything like this, it's probably the best solution we could come up with in a very bad year.

So we have that going for it.

I have no idea when it'll be ready for viewing. Putting together a tour and putting together a long video are two very different things, and while the research I've been doing can still be used I now need pictures, videos, and a written script, then hours upon hours of editing it all together. It's kind of like going from making a cake out of a box to making a cake by hand, multiplied by, I don't know, a thousand.

That's why I don't know when the video will be ready.

In fact, I'm meeting someone who's offered to help in a little bit. He works in video production, and has offered to shoot stand-ups, interviews, and even fly a drone around Third Street to capture some really cool images. If it works out, it'll add quite the spectacle to the production. It'll probably add on a few days to the production schedule, as well, but it would be so worth it.

So that's the story about the non-tour tomorrow, Stephanie, and what's taking its place. Sorry I forgot to mention it earlier!



Monday, July 6, 2020

Monday, 7/6


I wonder if the story's gonna outlive both me and the person who told it to me?

First of all, hope you had a great weekend. I did a lot of things. Aside from biking to Negaunee with Loraine and eating a lot and wondering just how stupid the 1,000+ people on the beach at McCarty's Cove on Saturday were, I also walked up & down Third Street with my mother trying to gather info on my big upcoming video about the history of the place.   The story I'm referring to came up when we stopped to speak with someone. And then I spoke with someone else this weekend on another part of Marquette history, that person said she's been telling my fruit bowl story to friends and relatives, getting the same kind of reaction I get when I tell it, which is basically a big laugh.

Cool. It's kind of like going viral, but in the old fashioned way!

If you've never heard the story, it's about (naturally) prostitutes in Marquette; namely, the working women who used to ply their trade at the old Adams Hotel in Marquette (now the building that used to house the Upfront). As the tale goes, you would know they were open for business when there was a bowl of fruit in the window. This apparently went on from the 1910s to the 1940s.

By the way, speaking of my mother? She's the one who originally told me the story.

Interesting & cute historical story, right? But so interesting that people tell the story to other people they know? Not in and of itself. I have a feeling the story gets told thanks to the kicker to it, which goes like this—fifteen or sixteen years ago I was giving a downtown tour to a bunch of elderly NMU alumni, describing what used to happened at the old Adams Hotel. As I was telling the story, an elderly gentleman looked at me, looked at the building, and looked back at me again with a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. After a few seconds, he held up his hand and said this--

“You know, when I was a young boy I used to work at the Adams, and one of my jobs was to put fruit in the window. Until today, I never knew why”.

THAT'S why the story gets repeated over and over, I guess. And it's because of that elderly gentleman that the story may outlast even me and the person who told it to me.

Thanks, Mom!!!

8-)


Thursday, July 2, 2020

Thursday, 7/2


It's re-purposing carried to the extreme.

The Marquette Regional History Center needed a newspaper article last week, and I was able to toss one off for them in 20 minutes. How? Well, I took one of the scripts I had written for my “Pieces of the Past” video series, added a few words to it, and turned it in. It ran in yesterday's Mining Journal, which means that I can now share it with you here. So this will be the third time something I wrote a few months ago has shown up in different formats.

If only ALL my writing was this easy.

By the way, I have tomorrow off so there won't be one of these. Have yourself a great holiday weekend!


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MARQUETTE'S “HOTEL ROW”

Anyone who's ever been in Marquette is familiar with the Janzen House. The Janzen, for a long time, was a traveler's hotel. In fact, it was one of four such buildings that once sat on the 100 west block of Spring Street, a block that for a span of over sixty years was home to Marquette's “Hotel Row”

Why that particular block of Spring Street? Well, the hotels were located there because of their proximity to the Main Street train station. Until 1948, when that train station closed and a new passenger terminal was opened on Fifth Street, visitors and business people could just hop off the train, walk a few feet to the establishment of their choice, and check in.

The first of the hotels, built right after the station itself, was the The Merchants Hotel. Constructed by Karl Rohl on the corner of Third and Spring, the Merchants was a three story wooden structure. When it first opened you could get a room at the Merchants for $5 a week. If you wanted to bump that up to ten dollars a week, they'd feed you meals, as well. Or course, there was one caveat to that great price.

You had to be a man to be a guest at the Merchants Hotel. At least when they first opened, they wouldn't allow women to check in.

Merchant's Hotel.  Photo courtesy Marquette Regional History Center


The hotel hung on for a few years after the train station moved but ended up closing in the 1950s. It was replaced by a new A&P Store,a building that still stands as the home of the Marquette Regional History Center.

Right next to the Merchants was the Windsor Hotel, which sat it what is now the site of a city parking lot. Opened by Peter Kremer in 1891, it changed its name to the Central House three years later. The smallest of the Spring Street hotels, the Windsor stood out from the others by having an in-house saloon and by having a horse barn built in back. It was, mostly likely, downtown Marquette's first parking garage.

Windsor Hotel.  Photo courtesy Marquette Regional History Center


The Windsor closed in 1915.

On the other side of the street sat two hotels that were almost mirror images of each other, the Janzen and the Brunswick. The two hotels were built around the same time, in the late 1880s, and even shared a small courtyard. The Brunswick was a slightly bigger facility, and had what one newspaper article of the time called “one of the finest dining rooms in all the city”. Like the Merchants Hotel, the Brunswick suffered after the closing of the downtown train station in 1948. It did hang on for another twenty or so years, eventually becoming a long-term hotel, where retired workers and indiividuals without other housing would live. After catching fire a few times, the structure was eventually torn down in the late 1960s. It was replaced by law offices and another parking lot.

Brunswick Hotel.  Photo courtesy Marquette Regional History Center


The one ex-hotel that's still standing on Spring Street is the Janzen. Like the others, once the train station moved it too changed its clientele. Like the Brunswick, it became more of a home for retirees and transients. It did manage to host one final famous visitor, though, as in the late 1960s a high ranking government official from Czechoslovakia came to NMU to speak on the superiority of the Communist system. Through a mix up, he was booked at the then-seedy Janzen, a stay that probably did nothing to change his mind about the excesses and failures of the capitalist system.

A public fundraising campaign in the early 1980s brought much-needed capital to repair the then crumbling structure. Since then, the Janzen has been used as transitional housing for individuals looking to re-enter society. One of the oldest remaining buildings on that block, it stands as the final testament to what was once Marquette's “Hotel Row”.




Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Wednesday, 7/1


I'm still VERY up in the air about it.

If you've been reading these the past few months you know that I've been letting my Corona-hair grow. Except for little trim of scraggly hairs here and there, I've been letting it blossom since the beginning of March, and now it's feathery and curly and, basically, out of control.

You can't see most of it in this picture, but it might give you an idea of what it looks like.



I'm up in the air about keeping it for two reasons. One is that it, at the moment, looks a little wild. It looks like I haven't gotten it cut in almost four months. It's like it's in the middle of doing what I want it to do—grow out. In a couple of weeks it might look amazing, like a chiseled adult, but for right now it looks like a 14-year old with braces and acne.

So I'm willing to let things slide on that account.

However, as my hair's getting longer the (ahem) gray in it is a little more noticeable. I shouldn't be surprised; while my hair's a combination of black & gray on top most of the hair underneath is quite gray, and since I now have more of it showing it just goes to reason that what's popping out is that color (or more to the point, that lack of color).

Maybe this is just my pride, but the gray bothers me more than the out-of-control aspect of it. With it all feathery and curly I could convince myself that I look like I just came in from surfing or something. But with the gray hair flying everywhere?

Well, it's everything I can do not to convince myself I just came in from the nursing home.

I have a hair appointment a week from today. I have no idea if it'll just be a little neatening or if it'll be a full blown get-rid-of-the-gray cut. Between now and then I'll probably change my mind several dozen times.

I guess we'll find out which way I go in a week.