Animal. Bigger than a breadbox. À propos de rien.
Thirteenth in an occasional series. Collect ’em all! I’m working through a stack of Tigers baseball cards from the late 1960s and early 1970s, with occasional newer cards. Vern Ruhle was another Michigan lad who made it with his local team. He was born in Coleman, located between Midland and Clare on U.S. 10. He […]
Today is my pandemic anniversary. One year ago, on St. Patrick’s Day, the word went out from the administration at the community college that everyone should go home. The World Health Organization had declared COVID-19 a global pandemic on March 11, but there hadn’t been any cases in St. Clair County yet. The local health […]
Twelfth in an occasional series. Collect ’em all! I’m working through a stack of Tigers baseball cards from the late 1960s and early 1970s, with occasional newer cards. Jim Ray spent parts of nine seasons in the big leagues as a pretty dependable relief pitcher. He depended mostly on the hard stuff, earning the nickname […]
and it wasn’t Sgt. Pepper teaching the band to play, but Prof. Harold Hill. Sometime during the week before February 27, 2001, I was leafing through the Port Huron Times Herald and saw that a local community theater group was going to hold auditions for The Music Man, one of my favorite musicals. I did […]
Lawrence Ferlinghetti died on Monday at the age of 101. He was a wonderful poet in his own right, but was probably better known as the long-time proprietor of City Lights, a bookstore located in the North Beach neighborhood of San Francisco that was the heart of the Beat Generation’s writers and thinkers in the […]
