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Boston By Sandra Lim When I first moved to this city to take a job, and the snows began to fall, a slow sadness took hold of me. Someone left a tiny pencil drawing of a sailboat on the ceiling of my bedroom, and I would stare up at it each night, thinking that it would eventually stir. I met someone that first spring, and I didn’t love him. But I very much wanted someone to look at me in all my youth and feminine momentum. Sandra Lim’s poetry collections include Loveliest Grotesque and The Wilderness and The Curious Thing.  https://nybooks.com/articles/2020/11/19/boston/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comment on the poem - This was a poem I came across that really rang my bell. First, it firmly fits a place, a place I knew, Boston, and I too had the experience of coming here. Looking at a room. Meeting someone. The details so apt, in a room - one in which a former tenant had drawn on the wall a boat a'sailing. Our heroine in the poem - she...

I've been listening to the Brewers on MLB Radio online off and on through the summer. And. It's certainly been an exceptional season. We got out on a trip to Connecticut last month and we listened to the better part of a game on the ride home which was just perfect. Baseball on a car radio is bliss.  My favorite, of course, is when Bob Uecker is announcing the home games. I understand they're doing a tribute to him soon. His 80-year-old enthusiasm infects me in a positive way.  I got a feeling he's gonna retire? Specially if they win the World Series. He is such a marvel the way he can 1-tell a story about the old days. 2-Keep up with the Balls and strikes. And foul balls and so forth. And 3-put in a pitch for Usinger sausages (they are good with mustard!) all in one continuous stream of narrative.  An excerpt from an unfinished rock opera: “To the ninth inning we go – Inside the mind of Ueck” follows: [For Bob Stepien] -          Nicky Lopez will...

 

  I was idly Web surfing and I found this in the Records of the Wisconsin Historical Society. A beautiful poster promoting Sunnyland Slim appearance at Gordon Commons at the University of Wisconsin in Madison way back in the day (Donation: $1.50; beer 25 cents). Playing with Sunnyland were my friends Harry Duncan and Paul DeMark A story to this one has to do with the billing of "Little" Eddie Taylor - one of the Chicago greats - a story that I will pass on for now. Posters were a People's Art Form back in those days. You would post them on telephone poles, you would cop them after the event, you would put them on your wall, you would study them, and think about what they meant. Posting this today especially because it is Sunnyland Slim's birthday anniversary. As we often say: "He was a man amongst men." Strong character, strong heart, strong voice. Now a strong memory. https://www.wisconsinhistory.org/Records/Image/IM58549# Eddie Taylor story - Paul DeMark

i. I jumped into semiretirement with both eyes open. No good reason to feel old. Then a bad reason came. The COVID-19 pandemic. Which percolated up in February and March of 2020. I’d sit in the evening, sometimes in the afternoon, in front of the TV, pondering. I have never really been a binge-style TV viewer. Until the pandemic. Which found me in the old rocking chair. Just sittin in the old rocking chair. Watching things I’d never usually watch. Flames darted from the cloud of Pandemic uncertainty: In the background of the pandemic were events leading up to Right Wing Zealots storming the US Capital intent on undoing the year’s election, rending old friendships and family ties. I’d like to enumerate some of what I watched: Vast of Night / The Prisoner / Star Trek / Upload / The Greek Myths. More I am quite sure – all watched with the gnawing yet comforting sense that there was nothing else I really could or had to do. Nothing to say but "Emergency call from Outpost #4" or ...

Never have caught a muskie Never have caught a muskie.  Really never fished them.  Lack the patience/obsession  that Ed calls Ahabian. Once when fishing Lake Lucerne near Minocqua in a boat with Bosz,  one completely broke water trying to get the bluegill  that Bosz was reeling in.  In that flash,  it looked 5 feet long! Later, we nervously laughed  about whether it would be safe to swim in the water.  Would it attack again for our beer while we would be floating through his water  on our rubber rafts? I know it would be a hoot to catch one. - Steve Mich, 2020