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Noodle! I was just wondering what happened to you. Thanks for the tip NOT to see Green Lantern, appropriate for my grandsons, but not for me who much prefers film noir or ’50s New Wave. My tip to you is to go to thirdcoastdigest.com and read my review titled “Tree of Strife.” Let me know if you saw the film and your take on it. Lest you think I’m a movie snob, I do own a double set of “The Fly.” The ’50s version is the best. Jeff Goldblum looks stupid as a fly don’t you think?
My granddaughter has been studying for a month now, with 18 days to go before she flies off to Albany to take the New York State bar exams. She has her nose to the grindstone for at least 12 hours daily and divides her study time between Alterra, MSOE library and my north facing balcony. Even though she graduated from Case Western University and earned honors in Global Law, she’s at a disadvantage. Her law degree is from Christchurch in New Zealand, and the Case Western was one year of constitutional law so she could perhaps someday earn her way in the U.S. I have to say the list of items she can’t take into the two day exam is somewhat hilarious: no flip flops, no food of any kind that makes a noise when you eat it, so I guess that rules out chips and popcorn and lip-smacking pizza slices. These are just two rules. The list is lengthy and laborious. After the NY hell, she returns here to take a multi state ethics exam at Marquette, then she flies off to Slovakia to visit her in-laws and from there back to her spouse in New Zealand where the earth shakes under her feet. She’ll soon be 29, and has spent nine of those years in college courses preparing for law. It does my heart good that she’s not going the route of grinding out stuff and nonsense, but rather, she hopes to work in the field of immigration law.
Enough already. Over the Fourth of July weekend, we had a chap fall to his death at Edgewood Terrace on Prospect Avenue. Apparently he pried open the elevator doors when he found himself stuck between floors, and in attempting to jump to the next floor down, lost his balance and fell to his death. A few years ago, a young man jumped to his death from a nearby condo in the neighborhood. Shit happens.
But life has serene moments too, like the moments I spent with my granddaughter having a divine dinner in the wine garden at Chez Jacques. Try this place if you haven’t. It’s superb.
Well Noodle, after losing all this weight, I started smoking again, so now I’m in the throes of nicotine withdrawal, trying one more time to give up the weed. One addiction traded for another. It’s discouraging. I love smoking. I don’t love smoking.
I think someone was shot on Farwell this morning around 8 a.m… in the area fronting a tattoo shop and interior design shop on the west side of the street near the corner of Ogden & Farwell. Whatever happened, someone was carried out on a stretcher, several fire trucks arrived and multiple police cars and ambulances. I couldn’t find anything about it on the local news. From my west facing windows, I have a good view of Kilbourn Park as it slopes down from Riverwest to the Milwaukee River. It’s distressing to learn that the fairly new park area was allegedly the scene of a number of citizens being beaten and robbed by a marauding pack of perpetrators. You can’t blame that on the Fourth of July.
Shit happens. Even on a soft summer day.
