Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Tuesday, 6/10

The lilacs have started to die.

It's funny, but it only takes a week or two after the most wonderful time of the year starts for the saddest time of the year to begin, the time when the lilac buds start to wilt and fall off their branches.. I know that's the natural life cycle of the plant, but it seems that every year it catches me by surprise. Every year I notice it beginning and silently shout “No, not yet!”.

Still it happens.

This year, it seems a little strange, as well, as right next to plants that are wilting are plants that still haven't yet fully budded. That may add a day or two to the sniffing season, but I'm sure that they will soon go the way of their lilac brethren and start slowly falling off the tree.

Of course, that's what makes lilac season so special. It isn't very long; so you have to enjoy it while you can. It's kind of like the Christmas season; or, at least, the was the Christmas season used to be before radio stations started playing Christmas music in September and that lazy neighbor down the street started leaving their decorations up until July. It's just here for a very short period of time, and you have to cram as much enjoyment into that period as you can.

Because, then, it's gone.

I've heard from a couple of people who've driven past and have noticed me with my nose stuck in a lilac bush. They almost seemed surprised that I like lilacs as much as I say do when I write about them. I don't know why they thought that; I really DO like them as much as I write about them. And since the season for them is so short, odds are you will see me with my nose in them.

After all, you only have a few days in which you can sniff. You have to make the most of them.



(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, June 9, 2025

Monday, 6/9

I'm amazed that people living in Marquette in the 60s and 70s made it out of those decades with any functioning brain cells.

As you may know, one of my history projects this summer is a Jim Koski ™ walking tour bars in Marquette. Since I'm not much of a bar fly, and since I wasn't old enough to drink in the 60s and the 70s, I used Facebook this weekend to ask people who were barflys and who were old enough to share any stories they had about what happened in the city, drinking-wise, during those decades.

Boy, did they have the stories.

Now while I don't drink, I do know what happens when you mix a bunch of people and a lot of alcohol. Sometimes, you make life-long memories (assuming, of course, you remember what happens), and sometimes you're digging through your car seats wondering if you have enough money to make bail. So I wasn't surprised by a lot of the stories people shared with me on Facebook.

What I was surprised by was the fact that they're willing to admit what they did.

It's funny; I offered people the chance to share their stories anonymously, but no one did. I fact, every single story shared (including some that could, at least back then, lead to arrest) were shared with pride to the entire group of people who were answering the question, some of whom then, miraculously, recalled THEIR part in the antics. I'm not judging anyone; after all, these stories should lead to a hilarious program, and I'm thankful for the honesty. I just have to chuckle at the fact that not one single person took my up on my offer of anonymity.

I guess with the passage of time comes pride in what happened back then. Or, at the very least, with the passage of the statute of limitations comes pride in what happened back then.

Anyway, I really appreciate the stories people shared. You know how most of my programs are history with a little stand-up comedy sprinkled in? Well, I have a feeling this one will be stand-up comedy with a little history sprinkled in. In fact, some of those will be stories you may not believe.

Trust me on that.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Friday, June 6, 2025

Friday, 6/6

For those of you wondering—yes, I HAVE been sniffing lilacs to the exclusion of almost everything else.

Did you expect anything different?

Not only have I been sniffing the greatest flowers (or, more technically, the greatest tree leaves) on the face of the Earth, I've also been snapping a few pictures of them. After all, they're only around for a week, week and a half at most; it's really a shame (at least in my weird opinion) if you don't take advantage of them while they're here. It is, after all, one of those classic “use it or lose it” situations, and I know on which side of that equation I would much rather err.

So here we go, starting with what some people might consider to be paradise--



And then there's this...



And this...



And this...



And this...



And then there's this one. While I took the above shots yesterday, this one I took at the end of last week, when it was wet, chilly, and the lilacs hadn't yet fully come out. Yet there's just something...atmospheric about this particular one--



I've said this before, and I'll say this again. Hi, I'm Jim, and I'm a lilacholic. So you know what I'll be sniffing a whole bunch of this weekend.

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Thursday, 6/5:

 To quote a great American philosopher...oops.  I did it again.

You know how I've written in here about writing a lot these days and then, in my haste to move onto the next project, forget what I've written?  Well, that happened again yesterday when someone send me a text telling me how much then enjoyed the "article that was in the 'Mining Journal'".  My first thought was that they must be behind in their reading, and were letting me know about my Memorial Day bit from a week or two ago.

But then I realized I wrote another one, too.

So, with that in mind, and because I'm (apparently) a moron who forgets what he writes, here IS that article, a promo piece for the "Wild Wild West" tour that takes place in 13 days.  Hopefully, there aren't any more forgotten newspaper articles out there, but these days?

You never know

(jim@wmqt.com)
    

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AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPH

By Jim Koski

Marquette Regional History Center

The picture is, perhaps, the starkest example of how much Marquette has changed in the past 75 years.



The photograph, taken in 1950 from the roof of the current Mining Journal building, evokes old New York City more than it does the Marquette of anyone’s memory. On a corner that’s now nothing more than a parking lot–the northwest portion of the intersection of Washington and Fourth Streets–sat the Green Block, a three story structure that housed businesses on its ground floor and apartments on the floors above.

As downtown Marquette began its expansion west of Fourth Street in the 1880s, the 300 block of West Washington Street found itself becoming increasingly crowded with new livery stables, grocers, funeral homes, and a Catholic church. One of the largest buildings constructed during that boom was the Green Block, originally built as a hotel by William Green in the first years of the 1890s. Along with the attached Van Iderstine Building (more commonly known as the “Ida Block”), built at the same time and eventually to become part of the Green Block, the complex grew into one of the centerpieces of the growing neighborhood.

The building was home to many businesses over the 70 years it stood on the corner, including medical offices, beauty salons, clothing stores, and restaurants such as the Dixie Barbeque. This particular picture, in fact, shows Erickson’s Radio Repair on the Fourth Street side and Fritz’ Upholstery on Washington. But no business was more identified with the Green Block than Kreig’s News.

Earl & Gerry Kreig opened the newsstand in the mid 1930s, where it quickly became a community institution. Adults who were kids in the 1940s & 50s particularly remember the scent of the store, a combination of newsprint and tobacco. And kids were some of the store’s biggest customers, as it sold comic boys, small toys, and wooden & model airplanes.

One older gentleman, in fact, recalled going into the store many times to lovingly gaze at a model airplane he could not afford. After what were probably too many visits (as he joked) one the Kreig brothers gave him the model plane, with instructions that when finished the young man bring the airplane back to the store so they could see what kind of job he did on it.

He says he brought it back, completed, the very next day.

(As an aside, when the Kreigs retired in the early 1960s, they sold the newsstand to another mid-century Marquette business leader, Joe Fine, who found himself bored in retirement after selling his legendary tavern a few years prior.)

The apartments on the upper floors of the Green Block held a mix of young, small families and older individuals. It was not uncommon for residents to hang on to those apartments; in fact, several individuals made the building their home for 20 to 30 years.

By the mid 1960s, however, the Green Block was starting to show its age. “Urban Renewal” was then in vogue, and when the building began to have problems with safety inspections, its days were numbered. It was torn down in October of 1967 so the land could be used as parking for its next door neighbor, St. John’s Church. Two decades later the church itself was razed, and what was once a thriving street corner became nothing more than a parking lot extending for almost half a city block.

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Stories of this particular section of downtown Marquette will be the focus of a walking tour entitled “Wild Wild West: the Forgotten History of West Washington Street”, put on by the Marquette Regional History Center on Wednesday, June 18th. The tour begins at 630 at the History Center with a suggested $5 donation. More information is available by calling the History Center at 226-3571 or by visiting marquettehistory.org

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Wednesday, 6/4

I hope the entire summer is not like this.

I've mentioned in here the past few days about how haze from Canadian wildfires has been in our sky. Well, yesterday it left the sky and came to the ground--



After a wind shift yesterday morning the smoke invaded the area. You couldn't see more than four blocks, the entire city smelled like a strong campfire, and the Air Quality Index shot up past 150, meaning it wasn't safe for people to be outdoors.

And that's from a fire that's almost 1,000 miles away/.

I feel for Canadians; I really do. To have large swaths of your country on fire every summer can not be a fun thing. And then to have smoke from that fire end up covering a large swath of the continent to the extent that it did here must be even worse. Two years ago fires in the Great White North led to hazy skies and colorful sunsets down here.

Now they're leading to visibility hazards and breathing difficulties,.

I know we're getting the smoke so bad because of a weird Jet Stream at the moment. It's so weird, in fact, that there's haze in the air as far south as Florida. Hopefully, the Jet Stream shifts course soon. If not, we're stuck with this for an extended time. And I don't know how we might handle it if we can't go outside without choking, have whatever summer sun we might get blocked, and if you can't even sniff lilacs because all you smell is fire.

Because that's not much of a summer.

Hopefully this is just a temporary deal. Hopefully, the fire is extinguished soon or the Jet Stream moves. Hopefully, our summer won't be too affected by this. Because if it is, the would suck. And it would be yet another sign that our world's on fire.

In this case, I'm not speaking metaphorically. This this case, the world is, literally, on fire. At least our little part of it.

(jim@wmqt.com)

Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Tuesday, 6/3

Even though it didn't contain many (if any) jokes, I really liked this week's TV piece.

First of all, as we've been discussing the past few days, yes, I AM on TV waaaaaay too much. And yes, I share many of these TV pieces waaaaay too much. But there was something about last night's “Life in the 906” that struck me. It's not one of those that came to me in a flash, nor is it one that will make you laugh & laugh. But it struck me for a particular reason.

Because it's true.

The basis of the bit is the one piece of graduation advice I'd give if anyone actually asked me for advice (and as a side note, do you really want ME to give someone advice?). It's a piece of advice I've actually given out before, and it's one that, especially to me, hits close to home. I'm quite loathe to use whatever life experience I've gone through to try and make a point—after all, each person's journey is uniquely theirs—but this one point is, I think, applicable to many young people in the UP.

Whether or not they take the advice is up to them. It worked for me, and I just wanted to put it out there just in case it may—someday--work for them.

And that's all. So here 'tis--



Tomorrow, absolutely nothing at all about me being on TV. Promise!!

8-)

(jim@wmqt.com)

Monday, June 2, 2025

Monday, 6/2

 Remember how, on Friday, I told you that I'm on TV too much?

Well, here's proof positive, the end result of the video that Emily and I shot Thursday afternoon.  She did a great job on it, and since it's supposed to be 88 here in Marquette today and I want to go play out in the sun (assuming the Canadian fire haze lets up), guess what you get for a blog today?

Hope you don't mind.

8-)


I'll make up for it tomorrow with yet ANOTHER tale about how I'm on TV too much.

Because, apparently, I am

(jim@wmqt.com), on TV too much