- Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
- September 18
- Once: Jesuit Priest, Circus Producer, Clown, Actor, High School Performing Arts Teacher.
Currently: Sometime connector of certain Dots...........(er, Gifts)
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It was my morning trudge and sludge through the latest Milwaukee snowfall. Mercifully I hadn’t yet heard that the groundhog saw his shadow. I was miserable enough. And residually bitter about the weather we’ve been having.
At least the sky was clear and the sun bright as I pulled u… Read full post »
I was attacked by a tiger while southbound on Chicago’s Red Line Thanksgiving night. It wasn’t a crowded train but boasted the usual mix of ages, races and genders variously dozing, chatting, idling, or “not present” (my current label for folks occupied with text conversations… Read full post »
I needed some vegetables. On what was to be my short trip to the grocery I stopped in our building’s lobby to check whether the mail had arrived. It hadn’t. In kibitzing with some of my neighbors about the seeming haphazard postal delivery hours, the subjects of misplaced mail and identit… Read full post »
“Could you by any chance spare a buck or two? Car just ran out of gas.”
I shook my head perhaps too resolutely. I recognized the woman. She’s hit me up three times in a month. Always right there near the Walgreens parking lot where I catch the bus. Her car… Read full post »
Charles Isherwood’s recent review of a play rekindled for me a nagging twitch. The play comprises only the actors’ preparation for a play no one ever sees. Are we going to run out of gimmicks for tantalizing ourselves into taking ritual seriously? Are we too ADD, ADHD or just plain fickle… Read full post »
Of late I’ve noticed myself buddying up to handrails, especially those alongside stairs I’m either climbing or descending. It doesn’t go with the territory; it goes with the time. I’m at that age when falling is among the greatest of fears.
But out for an afternoon walk on Sat… Read full post »
Such excitement. Our building invested several thousand dollars in buried electrical service to our front flower beds to illuminate Rudolph’s nose. Just about.
Last year before we could don even our less-than-gay Advent apparel, a pair (buck and doe judging from the antler distribution) of thos… Read full post »
Mild weather and a sunny afternoon seemed tailored to my walk. My mood was not in the least aligned or tailored. I was cranky almost from the start. Everything was an irritant: idle chatter alongside a soccer game in the park, the usual panhandlers around Walgreens, stock bumperstickers (are there an… Read full post »
Ever hear of a Russian folk tune “The Cutlet Polka”? I hadn’t either until a neighbor friend brought it up. Apparently it was the theme for five variations by important Russian composers and is the backstory for what we all know as “Chopsticks.” I quipped that a cu… Read full post »
Counting this one, I have three more morning coffee klatches before I perform my real civic duty. Yes it’s related to the election on Tuesday; no it doesn’t rest primarily on that election’s outcome. It will, however, reveal—even to me—just how seriously I take my role a… Read full post »
When you’re possessed of model quality good looks, you shouldn’t try to sneak to the head of a long line. Especially if you’re wearing a bright red hoodie. Especially if the line is a desperate one trying to get out of Manhattan before a monster storm. But the rascal was so suc… Read full post »
Stories breed stories. In that they are organic, almost by nature, they guarantee themselves a deceptively integral place as a vital need in our chronological ordering of personal and social history. That’s not a lot of bull—most of the time.
I was re-confronted with the place of story a… Read full post »
“That’s the Siberian Chain Escape. I’m a magician.”
No problem. On he rummaged through auxiliary laptop speakers, placards and clothing. Now the shaving, kit that was another matter. Pill bottles. Unmarked. A border check discovering my supply of “C” supplement co… Read full post »
This morning I saw the Calico for the first time. We’re talking cats here, and that Calico is one among many felines who have found a welcome doorstep at my sister’s home in rural Utah. It’s very difficult for a theater man to encounter cats and not come face to face/… Read full post »
Ah, a two hour ride from San Francisco to Sacramento and a chance to nap. I chose the non-sunny side of the bus only a few rows from the front to avoid the noisy chatter so common to rear seats. (I’ve been riding Greyhounds since 1953.) Peace and quiet. Good smooth… Read full post »
My ride was to be from a friend; the meetup at the corner of Berkeley’s Shattuck and Center Streets. I had no sooner told Toto we weren’t at Wisconsin and Water Streets in Milwaukee than I heard a voice more graveled than Satchmo’s cry out “Hey! Wait a minute! Wait a/… Read full post »
I spent at least a month planning the luggage details for the two month journey I am now on, a week of procuring supplies and at least three days nervously packing and squeezing everything I needed and would own for the trip into a backpack, fanny-pack and carryon suitcase. It a/… Read full post »
It’s obvious that if you travel you set yourself up for discovery, at least something unusual, modestly different horizons. And surprise can be the welcome outrider of every trip.
The homely Greyhound trip from Milwaukee to Chicago is usually crowded with just a cross-section of very domestic… Read full post »
Okay circus performers and producers, this is going to be a test. How can you tell whether you’re marking time, running your paces, or engaging time and getting souls to pick up their pace at finding what life might be?
Watch the kids. Out of the mouths of babes. Learn from… Read full post »
There wasn’t anything fancy or contrived about the lighting; you could see where you were going and where other people were around you. Iconography was at a minimum as was the level of ambient music. The humidity was a bit high because of the weather system outside. There was excitement in… Read full post »
It was late afternoon, I was tired and had red on my mind. As in Italian red. After the liquor department, I planned to stop and pick up a favorite from farther north, some Swiss cheese. Neither would alleviate my fatigue; it was clearly food and drink for comfort.
As I… Read full post »
Error alert: If you read the last posting, I gave the date for my upcoming visit to Shererville, IN and the Kelly Miller Circus as Labor Day. Wrong! They’ll be in Crete, IL on Labor Day; the Shererville stand is September 1st and 2nd.
It’s a big deal. A reader just… Read full post »
A friend recently forwarded an imaginative clip superimposing famous TV comic bits over Frank Sinatra’s rendition of “Send in the Clowns.” It is sensitively done and caps its earnestness with an editorial piece by Orson Welles, decidedly not clowning. He is asking, in the words of t… Read full post »
In circus life, largely because of the ring, you meet yourself—and your fellow performers, human and animal--coming and going many times a day. It’s a round world, after all, and so complete in much of its perspective.
That nearly magical intersection of coordinates has found me again. Ev… Read full post »
Our building gave the emergency teams serving this neighborhood a workout last Wednesday. Late morning a lady with throat cancer was guerneyed out for the last time; late afternoon a man was found dead in his apartment. Hey! This is a retirement community folks. You have to be over sixty to… Read full post »