Saturday is usually one of my favorite days of the year.
I mean, overall, Saturdays are usually my favorite day of
the week, but this Saturday will be something special—Fourth
of July parades in Marquette and Ishpeming, parades where
for almost 20 years now we've been giving away cash in our
little “July Parades of Ca$h” contest. And trust me on
this—there are few things as good for your self-esteem as
being in a parade where people want money from you!
I have a blast at these deals every year. Because I'm
broadcasting while we're parading, and not giving out
certificates, I just get to walk along the route, talk to
people, and take pictures of the signs everyone's put
together. Many people just print out the sign we have
on this site, and that's okay, but others go through a LOT
of effort to get our attention. Don't believe me?
That's one sign from last year. In my office, I have a
collection of signs from past years, signs that were so good
that I just wanted to display them somewhere. My favorite,
in fact, sits on my file cabinet, and is a painting (on
Styrofoam) of me chilling in the sun lying on a hammock.
It's gotten me through many a long winter afternoon, in
The other thing that's cool about the parades is that, like
many things around here, we've been doing it so long that
it's become a multi-generational event. I've heard from a
bunch of young parents that they made parade signs when they
were kids, and now they're doing it with their own kids. I
think that's neat; I mean, I'm not quite sure how I feel
about being so old that people can make that comment , but I
think it's neat that it's become the tradition it's become.
And THAT'S why this Saturday will be one of my favorite days
of the year. Hope to see you guys at one or both of the
A note--because tomorrow is our “holiday” day at the
station, there won't be one of these again until Monday. So
on that note,, have yourself a fun & safe holiday weekend.
And don't forget to bring your signs!!
Okay...today's the day I talk about unicorns or rainbows or
something, right? Well, how about fruit?
Once again, I need your help in figuring out something plant
(or technically, tree)-related. Two summers ago, Loraine
and I were walking down the Lakeshore bike path between
Shiras Park & McCarty's Cove, when we noticed a lady picking
berries off of a tree. Being curious, we stopped and asked
her about them, and she gave us a taste of of these amazing
pieces of fruit (and they were yummy!) Of course, we forgot
what they were called, and while walking past the trees last
year, we noticed that nothing was happening. The fruit
Well, this past weekend (or, as we call it around here when
it's 45 degrees on June 30th, our two days of “Summer” for
this year) we walked past the trees, and low and behold,
guess what we saw!
The berries are growing again. Now, this leads us to
wonder—exactly what kind of berries are these, and why
didn't they grow last year? Do they just bloom every two
years? Did someone or something pick them before the fully
grew? Were we just blind? Since we were curious enough to
stop when we saw the lady picking them two years ago; well,
now we're curious again. And since, as I mentioned last
week, you guys are among the smartest people on the face of
the planet, we're hoping you can help us out.
Thank you in advance!
As I (snarkily) mentioned, the October-like weather as we're
heading into July makes me glad we were able to get out and
enjoy our “summer” this past Saturday. One of the reasons
was so I could take pictures for the new version of “107
Things To Love About Marquette County” that I've been
promising you for a year and a half now. Well, you know
I'm thinking it starts Monday. I don't wanna promise
anything I can't deliver, but I'm thinking Monday. Wish me
Repeat after me—the sidewalk is NOT a parking lot!
I'm sorry, but I'm gonna spend this blog complaining about
something. I know I seem to have been doing that a lot
recently, and if you don't want to hear me do it again, you
have my permission to come back tomorrow. I promise to talk
about something cheery, like sunshine or rainbows or
Now, on to my rant. There is a household at the corner of
Pine and another street in Marquette where the people do not
know how to park. I know this because I run and walk up &
down the street all the time, and I always have to duck into
the roadway when I come across this yard--
Not only is the pickup truck waaaaay too long to fit into
their driveway, it even sticks out into the street, where
it's (as you may be able to see) surrounded by two other
pickup trucks on either side of the driveway. That means
that every single person who walks or runs down the sidewalk
on the east side of Pine Street, every parent pushing a
stroller, every child riding a bike, and every person who
needs a wheelchair or some unblocked access to the sidewalk,
has to veer out into Pine Street, past the pickup trucks
into the middle of the street, where traffic, because it's
on a hill, is often speeding past at 110 or 15 miles an hour
over the speed limit.
All because one individual does not know now to park.
Now, if this was just a one time event, I wouldn't be
raising any kind of ruckus about it. But whoever lives here
has been doing this for months now, oblivious to the both
the fact that the sidewalk is not a parking lot and the fact
that they could be putting people in danger by making them
veer out into a very busy street. I don't understand people
who do things like that. I don't understand why people
would break the law by using the sidewalk as a parking lot.
The sidewalks belong to everyone, not just whoever happens
to live next to it.
They're OUR sidewalks, not yours.
I think that's what getting my goat here. It's the same
thing that gets my goat when I see dog owners bring their
pets on a beach or some other place where there are “No dogs
allowed” signs. These are public areas; they're not your
personal playgrounds. By using them as your own, and by
willfully flouting the rules, you're disrespecting every
other single person who might need to use them and every
single person who does try to follow the law. There are
22,000 of us living on a small piece of land, and the rules
(like not blocking the sidewalk or not taking your dog on
thee beach) are there to make sure that we can all live
together in harmony. I try not to disrespect any of the
other 21,999 people in Marquette. I'd hope everyone else
would return the favor.
Apparently, though, that's not the case. At least for
that's the case for one individual thoughtlessly blocking
the sidewalk on Pine Street.
Okay; I'll shut up now. I just needed to get that off of my
chest. Like I said, tomorrow we'll talk about puppies or
flowers or chocolate.
And I won't complain about a thing. Promise.
I wonder what you'd find if you DID look down there.
While in Chicago last weekend Loraine had a thought, a
thought that popped into my head again this weekend as we
were walking through downtown Marquette. And Loraine's
thought, as we were riding the L train, was this—what would
you find on the bottom of yours shoes if you did a DNA test
on them after a day in Chicago?
Odds are, the results would not be pretty. Especially if
you, like we were doing at the time, had just ridden the
Like I said, I thought about that again this weekend as we
were walking through Marquette, past bars where you know
some vomit had to have been hurled, through an alley where
who know what had occurred the night before, and down a bike
path where people had not (despite the bags everywhere)
cleaned up after their dogs. Add to that the spit & sweat
of runners, the blood of bikers, and the, uhm, wastes of
people who may have spent the night on one of the path
benches, and your shoes would probably be covered with a
gumbo of humanity.
But, sad to say, probably not a very tasty gumbo. Or a very
Until Loraine had made that crack last weekend, I never
actually devoted much thought to what I walk through on a
daily basis. But maybe I should. I mean, when I go running
early on a Saturday morning, before people have had a chance
to clean things up from the previous night's activities, I
can see some pretty nasty things. I don't run through them,
but they're there. And even after the clean-up occurs, I'm
sure some trace lingers. So when you consider everything
that gets “expelled” by humans and animals on a sidewalk or
a bike path, it's a wonder our shoes don't somehow mutate
from all the DNA, and get up and walk off on their own.
Although that could be an interesting concept for a horror
movie, when you think of it.
Of course, we come in to contact with all kinds of
disgusting stuff on daily basis, and don't give it a second
thought. I suppose if we did, there would be some among us
so repelled by the thought of everything we're stepping in
that we'd never want to step outside again. Thankfully, I'm
not one of those people, although, like I said, I'd never
devoted an ounce f brain power to it before last weekend.
And now that I'm thinking about it...
Don't worry; I shan't become one of those people I just
mentioned. Too much of my life (many of my favorite parts,
in fact) are lived outdoors. There's no way especially
during what passes for “summer” up here, that Id lock myself
inside just to avoid a little “human gumbo”. However, that
does not mean that I won't be looking a bit askew at the
bottom of my shoes next time I take them off.
After all, you never know what might be residing down there!
We agree on an awful lot in life, but there is one thing on
which Loraine and I will, apparently, never compromise.
I was reminded of the whole issue by my repeated listening
to the latest song from Fall Out Boy, a cute little ditty
called “Uma Thurman”, in which the group samples the theme
song from “The Munsters”. And that reminded me of the
“issue” that has come between my dear wife and I in the
20-some years we're known each other.
You see, she likes “The Munsters”, and I like “The Addams
The whole issue probably goes back to our childhoods, and
the ways in which we grew up. She grew up downstate, in a
farming community. I grew up in Marquette, a college town.
She had older siblings; I was the first-born. She was a
relatively normal child, while I was (and still am) a dork.
And I think that once you know those differences in our
upbringings you’ll fully understand why we have this chasm
I like “The Addams Family” for the same reason I like two
other shows Loraine’s not really that fond of, “Rocky &
Bullwinkle” and “The Gilmore Girls”. I like the shows
because they’re hyper-verbal. They feature offbeat
characters doing offbeat things, and what they say is often
much more important than what they do. That’s the kind of
kid I was growing up, and that’s pretty much the way I am
now. So I guess it’s no surprise that I would gravitate
toward shows that feature characters like that, especially a
show like “The Addams Family”.
It’s also not a surprise that Loraine would favor “The
Munsters”. Like I said, she wasn’t a dork, so she probably
wouldn’t find appeal in a show full of dorks. Not only
that, but she had an older brother who gravitated toward
movie monsters, and seeing as how “The Munsters” was a show
put together so Universal could feature their famous movie
monsters of the 1930s, I can see entirely why she likes the
show. And it’s not like it’s a really bad TV show.
It’s just not “The Addams Family”.
As I said before, it’s just one of those things about which
Loraine & I will have to agree to disagree. She feels, from
the depths of her heart, that “The Munsters” is the superior
show, while I feel, from the depths of my dorky heart, that
“The Addams Family” will never be topped. To quote a great
American philosopher, “We’re obviously separated by
denominational differences”. And I guess we’ll just have to
live with it.
On that note, have yourself a great weekend!
You guys are among the smartest people on the face of the
Now, I'm not saying that to butter you up for much of
anything. It's just that smart people seem to read this (as
opposed to, say the person who writes it). I base this on
the fact that many times I've put out a question to which I
did not know the answer, and before an hour passes at least
one of you tells me what I need to know.
So with that in mind, can any of you tell me what kind of
trees has blossoms like this?
They're on this tree--
Which I pass on my way to work each day. I'd like to know
because, after lilacs, the short-lived blossoms on the trees
may be among my favorite smelling things on the planet, if
only because they smell exactly like Faygo grape pop.
Go ahead, laugh. I know you're dying to do so.
Okay, now that that's out of your system, I really AM
curious as to what kind of tree it is. I don't seem to come
across too many of them in my wanderings, but when I do and
when the tree's blossoming it's quite a treat. After all,
there aren't that many blossoms that smell like a
Michigan-made soft drink, and I guess you should take 'em
where you can get 'em, right?
It's ironic that the blossoms come out just as summer's
beginning, because for me the taste of Faygo grape pop was
always the taste of summer. When I was a kid I always used
to drink the pop when it was hot out. I don't know why I
only drank it during the summer; maybe there's something in
the chemical makeup of it that my body craved when I was
hot. Or maybe I only wanted a purple tongue when I wasn't
in school. But for whatever reason I would only drink it
To me, it just tasted like “summer”.
Over the years, as Faygo reformulated their sodas and added
different sweeteners, I stopped drinking it. But when the
company brought out their “classic” line of sodas with real
sugar (as opposed to the crap with high fructose corn syrup
that they have now) last year I waited until a hot day to
try the grape.
And you know what? It still tastes exactly like summer.
I'm sure that's one of the reasons I like the smell the tree
gives off, an odor that you can notice almost a block away.
That's how strong the smell is. So if you have any idea as
to what the tree is, I'd appreciate it if you could let me
know. My curiosity—and my weird sense of “summer”--thank
you very much!
I thought they were just a joke, things created in the minds
of comedians for a cheap laugh or two.
Shows how wrong I was!
I promised you two more pictures from Chicago today, and I
shall deliver. I jokingly say that they both point out
what's bad with my second favorite place in the world, and
the second of the two pictures will deal with the item I
thought was just a joke. The first, though, is a little
The one thing I REALLY don't like about Chicago is the
amount of cigarette smoke you encounter there, especially on
the street. I've joked in here on occasion that the only
people in Marquette who seem to smoke are college students
who come up from Chicago, but it was a joke that could've
been based in reality. Everywhere you go in the Windy City
you run into people puffing away. I'm sure some of it has
to do with just sheer numbers; with millions of people
living in the city, at, say, a 20% smoking rate, that's a
lot of smokers. There's nothing you can do about it. And
when you throw in the number of tourists visiting,
especially foreign tourists from countries where smoking
doesn't have the stigma it does here...
Well, I guess you have to take the bad with the good in a
city. But too often this weekend we saw exactly with I
captured in the hastily-taken picture above, that being both
parents smoking around a child. Now, I'm not a parent (nor
a smoker), so I'm really not in a position to judge. but if
I had become a parent I'm sure wouldn't have done things
like smoke right in front of my kids. It may just be me,
but that really seems like sending impressionable kids the
wrong message. I might be wrong, and not being a parent I
probably shouldn't judge, but that just doesn't seem right.
But like I said, that might just be me.
Now, onto the picture showing what's “wrong” with Chicago.
Everywhere we went, almost as much as we saw smokers, we
also say this--
Yup. That's a family using a selfie-stick. Like I said at
the beginning of this post, I halfway thought selfie-sticks
were just a figment of our pop-culture imagination. But
nope; they're real. I lost count after the first three
dozen or so so I can't tell you exactly how many people I
saw using selfie-sticks, but they were everywhere. Not only
that, but just about every store we went into had the sticks
What IS this world coming to?
Like I said, though, if you can only find two things “wrong”
with a place, it must have something going for it. And
that's one of the reasons I like going back to Chicago again
and again. You never know WHAT you're gonna see!
Wow. What a difference it makes writing a blog on a real
I never thought writing a blog on a phone, like I tried to
do Sunday from O'Hare Airport, would be so hard, but thanks
to a phone screen that probably wasn't big enough and to an
auto-correct program that should be thrown in the trash, I
barely managed to get one out. That's why it's nice to sit
here, type like a normal person, and tell you about our
adventures in Chicago, complete with pictures!
Like I mentioned in the phone blog, the weather wasn't the
greatest, at least until Sunday afternoon, just as we were
getting ready to leave. I mean, it wasn't as bad as it was
here (from what I heard), but it wasn't what we were hoping
for. The first couple of days gloom and fog filled the
I mean, if you're looking at fog, it's not a bad place to
look at fog, but we were hoping for a little sun & warmth.
Speaking of nice things to look at, here's the view from our
What did we do? Well, we went to lots of places and saw
lots of things, accompanied by many of our close personal
I know for some people, being in a city of Chicago's size
can either be intimidating or suffocating, and I can
understand why. But it energizes me; I don't know why, but
it does. Between the “seething mass of humanity” (as
Loraine called it) and the non-stop symphony of sirens and
car horns, there's just something so...Chicago about it all.
And that's the best way to explain it.
We went into a lot of stores, especially grocery stores,
where we saw some strange, exotic foods--
And had lots of good eats, including perhaps the best Mole
Chicken I've ever tasted (and I've tasted lots of it)--
Apparently, a Chicago sports team just won a championship,
at least according to the lions at the Art Institute--
But mostly, you just have to go to Chicago to look at the
skyline, whether it's in real life--
Or done up in Legos outside of the Lego Store--
So all in all, we had a great time in one of my favorite
places in the world, even if we did put a damper on the
weather the people in Chicago were expecting. Next time,
we'll make sure we bring GOOD weather with us!
Tomorrow, two more pictures, this timer pictures that show
what's “wrong” with Chicago. One is kinda serious, one is
really, really not. So until then...
For a while, I was starting to wonder if we were gonna owe
the people of Chicago an apology.
First of all, I owe you an apology, because this is gonna be
short. I'm writing this on my phone at O'Hare, and it's
not working very well. I'll write a LOT more tomorrow, but
I did want to get something up. And that something was
this--as of 36 hours before we left, the Chicago forecast
called for sun & temps in the 80s. But both Friday and
Saturday, it was foggy & gloomy & chilly.
We seemed to have brought our weather with us.
Fortunately, at least for the people of Chicago, the weather
warmed up the way it was supposed to. It wasn't good for
us, because we had to leave mid-aftrernoon, but it was good
for the people of Chicago.
So I guess we lucked out there, at least apology-wise. And
we did have a great time, sometimes in spite of the weather,
so I guess I can't complain, at least too much.
Okay...autocorrect is driving me crazy, so much more
tomorrow, including pictures!
I get to go to Chicago tomorrow!
Yup; Loraine and I are making a little getaway tomorrow to
my second-favorite place on the planet, a short little
weekend jaunt that'll allow us to walk around, eat a lot,
are stare up at some of the most impressive architecture
you'll see anywhere on Earth.
I can't wait.
Why a weekend getaway, and why now? Well, we always try to
get to Chicago at least once a year, and we're usually able
to do it when we're flying to Europe. You know the
routine—we leave Marquette early in the morning and have 9
hours to kill in the Windy City, so we hope the Blue Line
train to the Clark/Lake station, do everything we want to do
downtown, and then get back on the train to O'Hare, where we
then fly out. It's a great way to visit Chicago and not
have to pay for extra airline tickets.
Unfortunately, that's not in the cards this year.
This year, because of the merger of American Airlines and
U.S. Airways, and because we're flying into Frankfurt
instead of Paris, we leave Marquette, fly to Chicago, spend
4 hours at O'Hare, then fly to Philadelphia, spend 4 hours
in the airport there, and THEN fly to Frankfurt. We won't
have the chance to play in downtown Chicago like we usually
And that's why we're going this weekend.
We sat down and tried to figure it out, and we think this is
the first time since 2007 then we're actually spending a
weekend in Chicago instead of just the day. That'll be
nice, if only because we won't be rushed in trying to get
everything done before we have to board another plane (plus,
we won't be hauling carry-ons and laptop bags with us
everywhere we go). We can take our time, go places we
haven't been in a while, and maybe even explore
neighborhoods we've not yet explored. That's one of the
reasons we like Chicago; it's always changing, and there's
always something new to see.
So hopefully this weekend, we'll get to see something (or a
bunch of somethings) new! And since the forecast is still
calling for temperatures to be warmer there than they are
here (keep your fingers crossed for us, please) we may
actually get to enjoy the “summer” that we've not yet had
On that note, have yourself a great weekend, even if it's
just at home. I'll be back here and on the air Monday, and
it wouldn't surprise me if I had a few pictures to share!
Chicago-bound tomorrow morning!
I'm not quite sure how my mind gets trapped into learning
about these things, but once it does it does not want to let
Every so often I will find myself being introduced to an
intellectual topic, and then wanting to learn more and more
about it. The latest subject that has piqued my interest
is, for the lack of a better term, evolutionary paleo-history.
Or, to put it a little more reader friendly, the story about
how modern humans became modern humans. I read a book that
kind of dealt with the topic a couple of months ago, and
since then I've come across stories and facts that relate to
how creatures exactly like us popped up in East Africa
150,000 years ago, moved across the planet, and then led to
us sitting on the shore of Lake Superior complaining about
I guess I'm hooked on the subject.
Like I said, since I started reading about the subject I've
recently come across a couple of things that either relate
to it or shed light on it. The first was a fascinating
article on the subject of PTSD by Sebastian Junger in the
June edition of
Vanity Fair, which posits
that being a soldier in a combat situation is the closest
modern humans get to the living conditions of the first
humans. When they originally moved out of Africa, the first
humans did so in small groups, where they lived together,
worked together, and depended up the help of each other for
survival. In fact, that's how our ancestors lived up until
the development of the agricultural age a mere 10,000 years
ago. And how humans lived until they settled down to become
farmers is a very close approximation to what soldiers in a
war zone go through; Junger says that it would be much
treatment for their PTSD if they were left in small group
and recovered together. That's how the first humans dealt
with stress, and genetically, it's still encoded that way
into our DNA. Instead, soldiers are sent home to family and
friends who have no idea what they've gone through, and
really have no support system that helps them out.
The soldiers are basically having to go against everything
encoded into their DNA while trying to recover from the
trauma that's been inflicted upon them, at least according
to Junger, and I can see where it makes sense. We haven't
evolved enough in 10,000 years to change the way we mentally
deal with traumatic incidents. Like I said, it's a
fascinating article, and one that ties into this subject
that I've been kinda obsessed with recently.
The other fact about the topic that's popped up recently?
Well, in a couple of books I've read, scientists have
theorized that sometime after modern humans popped up on the
planet, probably 20 or 30,000 after we evolved into what we
are now, something happened. It may have been a drought, or
it may have been another natural disaster, but something
happened that caused the number of humans to drop
precipitously. In fact, by studying the DNA of members of
modern civilizations, it appears that for perhaps 100 or so
years way back in our pre-history no more than 40 human
beings were alive.
The modern human race came incredibly close to extinction,
but somehow survived.
For some bizarre reason, I find that fascinating. Seven and
a half billion of us are descended from just 40 or so
individuals, and if those 40 or so hadn't found a way to
survive until whatever natural disaster wound down, life on
this planet would be incredibly different than it is today.
If those 40 or so modern humans hadn't survived, would
Neanderthals have taken over the planet? Would some other
intelligent and mobile species have arisen instead? And are
modern humans the only species this happened to? Or was
there another race or two or three of primates that
developed intelligence, but didn't find the way out of a
natural disaster that those 40 modern humans did 100,000
Like I said, that fact blew my mind. It blew it in a good
way, but it blew it nonetheless.
So that's what I've been reading recently I'll try not to
go all gaga about it in here like I do the lilacs or the
weather, but I just wanted to mention those two stories.
After all, they really made an impression on me.
Does anybody remember when I wrote what follows?
First, let me explain how I came across it. I'm in the
middle of a long-term project—cleaning out my office. Over
the 12 years the station's been in Marquette things have,
uhm, started to pile up on my office floor, on my desk, and
in every nook & cranny you can see (and some you can't). So
for 30 seconds a day, I grab something and see if I need
it. If I do, I file it away. If I don't, I toss it. I
figure it's a painless way to clean; after all, it doesn't
take much time, and at the rate I'm going, my office should
be spotless when I'm ready to retire in 20 or 25 years. And
it must be working—when my Mom got back from Florida and
came over to visit she noticed something was quite strange,
and then realized that my office actually has carpeting on
the floor, that my floor is not just a collection of
cardboard boxes and stacks of paper.
I guess, if nothing else, I'm on the right track.
Anyway, when I was doing my 30 seconds of cleaning Friday I
came across a list I once wrote. I have no idea when I
wrote the list, nor do I have any idea about the context in
which I wrote it, although I'm thinking it might've been
during one of those bouts of “Is Jim a Yooper or Isn't He?”
that seems to occur every few years. I don't know if I ever
used it on the air or in here. All I know is that I wrote
it, printed it out, and must've promptly stuck it in a wire
basket, where it's sat buried under a bunch of other papers
(and a thin layer of dust) for an unknown number of years.
So without further ado, here's the list:
SEVEN SIGNS YOU MAY NOT BE A TRUE YOOPER:
7. If you've never—even in a dream—thought about buying a
6. If, when someone says “hilltop”, you think of a
mountain, and not a sweet roll.
5. If you don't salute when you hear the name Vince
4. If you don't own a single piece of clothing in hunter's
3. If you've never gone ice fishing, because you're afraid
of cold feet.
2. If you realize the Appleton is NOT the shopping capital
of the universe.
And the number one sign you may not be a true Yooper?
1. If you've ever—even once and even by accident—pronounced
Well, that's the list. Like I said, I'm not quite sure of
its date or its origin, so if any of the lame jokes seem
familiar; well, maybe you can help me figure it out. I know
I'd appreciate it.
See what I get for trying to clean my office?
“You owe me restitution”!
That line, from my second favorite Charlie Brown cartoon
ever (and bonus points if you know from which cartoon that
line comes) has popped into my head recently when thinking
about the “summer” we've had, at least here in Marquette, so
far this year. We've had many days when the forecast sounded
promising then turned out to be nothing like what it was
supposed to be, and we've had days when the forecast sounded
promising yet a lake breeze decided to play tricks on us.
Last weekend (with the rain and temps in the 50s) was a
perfect example, and it marked the first time that I
actually said the above-quoted line about restitution out
And now I can't seem to stop.
Yes, I know that complaining about the weather is about as
futile as trying to change the weather. There's nothing you
can do about it. You get what you get, and you have to take
it, no matter no much you may loathe it. You'd think that
after living here most of my adult life I'd realize that.
But for some bizarre reason I still think that Mother Nature
is making this personal, that she's doing this just to make
me whine. Yes, I know that I have absolutely no bearing on
the weather, and whatever happens is not because of me. I'm
self-aware enough to know that.
I just wish Mother Nature knew that, too.
I know I shouldn't complain, not when you look around other
parts of the planet and see extreme heat or extreme drought
or extreme rain (and as an aside, we're currently living
through the hottest year, planet-wide, on record, with some
areas being either dryer or wetter than they've ever been
before. Maybe Mother Nature's just pissed we broke the
planet, and is taking it out on us!). In that respect, we're
lucky. We have enough water to live normal lives, we're not
dying because of flooding or extreme temperatures, and our
lives, unlike the lives of many people, aren't torn asunder
by weather. Just because it's 10 degrees cooler than it
should be, or a little foggier than normal, or because we
have a breeze coming off the world's largest freshwater
lake, a lake that still has water in it, is no reason to
I know that. I realize that. So yes, I should stop
complaining about it. Yet still, for some weirdly bizarre
reason, I still think Mother Nature owes us restitution.
And no, I don't know why.
I'll shut up about the weather now. After all, I'm sure
you're tired of me complaining about it, the same way you're
tired of me waxing rhapsodic about lilacs. Besides, our
summer has to show up SOME day, right?