Revised job numbers apparently show that Wisconsin gained about 30,000 jobs since Scott Walker took office. And it gets worse for Tom Barrett because Walker can legitimately claim that he is responsible for every one of those jobs. A closer look at the numbers shows that they were all created at Ian's Pizza during the Capitol protests.
Sad news in national politics as Ron Paul ended his race for president, leaving half a stunned nation to ask, "he was still running?" and the other half of a stunned nation to ask, "Ron Paul's still alive?"
In business news, Face Book went public yesterday at $38 a share and raised $16 billion. Mark Zuckerberg updated his profile to list his interests as "counting my money, no wait counting YOUR money, hah!" and his favorite quote as "a sucker is born every minute."
A new report says that coffee drinkers live longer but their final years are spent being very nervous and going to the bathroom a lot.
In sports news, the magic number now for the Milwaukee Brewers is down to 124. That's the number of games remaining before the season mercifully ends in the fall. In the meantime, I'm checking out NASCAR.
The week in review: Fake Democrats, Salem Witch Trials and mandatory steroids for the Brewers
There was big state political news this week. You know what I'm talking about. That's right. The Gladys Huber juggernaut.
I hardly need to tell you, but The Gladys was the Fake Democrat candidate for governor and she sent shock waves through the political world by pulling down .7% of the primary vote for governor on Tuesday.
Now, FD's all over the state are beside themselves as they prepare for the state Fake Democratic convention this summer. Huber is expected to deliver a rousing convention speech in support of the Fake Democratic platform. That policy document includes support for death panels to review the DMV applications of all drivers over 80 years old, mandatory gay marriage even for heterosexuals, a prohibition on red meat and required tofu in every pot, and the confiscation of all firearms, including squirt guns from young children.
Speaking of gay marriage, on the national level President Obama has evolved his position on the subject to match that of Joe Biden's. Sensing an opening, Mitt Romney reaffirmed his support for the Salem Witch Trials.
Turning to the sports pages now the Milwaukee Brewers have suffered a string of injuries so bad that Major League Baseball has given Ryan Braun the go ahead to start taking steroids just so things don't get even more ugly. Actually, they're insisting on it.
That's all I've got for now. Have a good weekend, kids.
The Week in Review: Walker prints money, Newt suspends his campaign and, whatever you do, don't go
The big news of the week was that it was reported that Scott Walker will officially have more money than God in the recall election. As a matter of fact, God called Walker this week to see if he could spot Him a couple of bucks, but Walker told the All Mighty that he was tapped out what with the attack ads he had to buy and his legal defense fund. In response, God is reportedly considering the smiting of Walker and a decision is expected on or about June 5th.
The legal defense fund did come in for a little questioning from Democratic candidate Tom Barrett. Barrett pointed out that state law only allows a politician to raise money for a legal defense fund if he is actually the subject of a criminal investigation, which Walker says he isn't. Walker responded by saying "ya never know" and that he hoped to be the subject of an investigation some day. Meanwhile, he raised another million dollars.
In national news Newt Gingrich officially "suspended" his campaign. A few weeks ago Rick Santorum "suspended" his campaign and that was after campaign suspensions by Rick Perry, Michelle Bachman and others. How come nobody just drops out anymore? How come nobody says "I lost, he won and I'm going back home to write my memoirs and fade into oblivion"?
Do they expect delegates at the convention to spontaneously march around with signs demanding that Newt, for example "reactivate" his suspended campaign? Reactivate Newt Now!
In Newt's case though he has said that he will reopen his campaign as soon as there are caucuses at the moon colony, where he expects to do fabulously well.
In local news this was the week leading up to the annual Mifflin Street Block Party when thousands of young people get together to share notes and books in a kind of giant final exam jam session. I think beer is sometimes served. UW officials have instructed their students not to go through the effective use of the social medias and the Internets going so far as to send messages through the emails. It's working really well with students all over campus repeating the mantra "don't go" without so much as the hint of irony.
Turning now to the sports pages the Milwaukee Brewers are getting off to a slow start. First they lost a pretty good first baseman to free agency and now they've lost his replacement to a torn ACL. Also, they've decided that only Ryan Braun will hit while the other players will focus on their fielding and just generally on other neglected parts of their lives. This way they'll be healthier, more well-rounded human beings and they'll also get to spend more time with their families in October.
And the Packers had a widely heralded innovative draft, picking up players who can play defense. General Manager Ted Thompson says that they have enough defensive players now to actually establish an entire defensive team whose job it will be to stop the opposing team's offense from running up and down the field. The idea is that they might be able to win games by scoring less than 52 points. I don't know. Sounds pretty crazy to me, but we'll see how this "defense" thing works out.
Well, that's all I've got for now kids. Have a good weekend.
Portland grapples with reality of chicken mortality
This issue is coming to a backyard near you and the helpful folks in Portland, Oregon are showing us the way: what to do with an urban chicken that is past her egg laying years?
I would say kill them and then eat them. I have recipes you can borrow.
But I am an unfeeling sloth. In Portland, by God, they have a more holistic, sensitive answer: rehoming.
That's right. Instead of ending up in the soup, your old bird can end up at a retirement farm to live out her golden years. It's called "rehoming."
There is scant detail in the New York Times story about what actually happens when the end finally comes. Is there aroma therapy and soft music to ease the transition as the fowl is rehomed yet again to that big coop in the sky? Or is she tossed in a truck and ground up to be fed to living poultry at a factory farm?
What's needed is some regulation of the rehoming industry and maybe a certificate that assures the family that their chicken will be well cared for in this life and on to the next.
Or better yet there could be some easing on Madison's four chicken rule, which as far as I can tell is often ignored anyway. That way poultry parents can hang on to their geriatric fowl while acquiring new, egg-producing youngsters and, when the time comes, they can assure that the old birds rehome at home.
Week in review: dress for the gun, claim paternity for the boss, stay out of the playoffs
Sometimes in the satire business you just luck out. All you need to do is quote from an actual news story and laughs roll out. You don't need to make up a thing. Such is the wonderful case with this week's report that Woolrich has announced a new line of "Elite Concealed Carry" wear.
For guys who want to pack heat but look like Mr. Rogers at the same time, Woolrich offers a nice pair of chinos with pockets built for a .45 and more pockets that come in handy for extra clips, knives and even handcuffs. So, basically, you can be a walking commando unit and nobody has to be the wiser. To quote from our story:
"When someone walks down the street in a button-down and khakis, the bad guy gets a glimmer of fear, wondering: are they packing or not?" said Allen Forkner, a spokesman for Woolrich.
Again, this is an actual quote from an actual news story. I did not make it up. But I've been wearing khakis and button-downs my whole life and have never inspired a "glimmer of fear" (or notice of any kind, for that matter). So, even though I don't carry a gun, I'm excited to know that I'll be inspiring terror just walking around as me.
And here's another quote from that real news story:
Shawn Thompson, 35, who works at an auto dealership in eastern Kentucky, bought two shirts last month from the Woolrich Elite Concealed Carry line. Both, he wrote on his blog, are a step up from more rugged gear. "Most of the clothes I used in the past to hide my sidearm looked pretty sloppy and had my girlfriend complaining about my looks," he wrote, adding in an interview, "I'm not James Bond or nothing, but these look pretty nice."
Hey, Shawn, don't sell yourself short, buddy. With those fancy shirts you are the James Bond of eastern Kentucky. Order your Mountain Dew shaken, not stirred, pal.
And it's not just Woolrich that's getting into the "covert fashion" act. More true to its name than ever Under Armour is joining in with a new line as well. Again, to quote from the story verbatim:
Mr. Eskridge said the Under Armour apparel was catching on because of fashion but also because of its features, including moisture-wicking fabric. "Others are making shirts with gun access but using regular cotton," he said. With his company's fabrics, "there's no stink factor," he said. And if gun owners do not use fabrics that wick away moisture, "You'll literally rust out," he added.
Under Armour. You won't stink. You won't rust out.
But finally there are always the intractable traditionalists like Howard Walter, 61, of Bellvue, Washington.
Howard said he preferred to carry his Colt — and a couple of knives and two extra magazines — in a durable pair of work pants.
"They don't shout 'gun,' they shout 'average guy in the street,' " said Mr. Walter, who years ago worked in sales at Nordstrom. But really, he said, the most important thing in picking clothing is to choose something that works for the weapon. "They should dress for the gun," he said he advised his customers. "Not for the fashion."
Dress for the gun. Words to live by, Howard, words to live by.
In political news this week everyone is riveted by the revelations in the John Edwards trial.
His closest aide testified that he claimed paternity of Edwards' love child and even had the child's mother, Edward's mistress, live with he and his wife and their three small children to keep her out of the public spotlight.
He quoted Edwards as saying, "I love you guys. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before."
Seriously, John? Geez, when I was mayor my aides were constantly claiming responsibility for my illegitimate kids and housing my mistresses all over town. I always thought that's just in the job description. I mean, what do they get paid for anyway?
On the sports pages it's official: the Milwaukee Bucks will miss the playoffs for the 40th year in a row. This makes them the only team in professional sports that has actually gone longer without making the playoffs than the team has been in existence.
Speaking of obscure statistics, it was reported this week that Milwaukee Brewers' pitcher Zach Greinke is now only the sixth pitcher in major league history to win 13 games in a row at home. It was also reported that somebody who works for the stats office in major league baseball has way too much time on his hands.
That's all I've got for now, kids. Have a good weekend.
I was a bad mayor. I was a bad husband. I knowingly ate way too much of the bad kind of cholesterol.
As a result when I died I went to hell. And hell is United Airlines.
On the first leg of my trip through hell a United flight attendant asked me to check my perfectly carry-on bag at the gate. Wanting to make a good first impression on the devil that is United Airlines, I readily agreed. That was the last I've seen of my bag. The last I've seen of my camera, which was in my bag. The last I've seen of my REI washable underwear. The last I've seen of two of my favorite shirts and my favorite socks and my hiking shoes.
My attempts to get any word on my lost bag were chronicled in my last blog. Suffice it to say that the Devil United does not see much need to reunite me with my underwear or to be helpful in answering questions about its whereabouts. However, I was able to learn that United changed my frequent flyer number and managed to lose 20,000 frequent flyer miles along with my bag. I would be unhappy about this if United let me use my frequent flyer miles on anything but 3 AM trips to Toledo in January.
On the next part of my trip I descended into a still lower level of United hell. They cancelled the first leg of my trip home forcing me to rent a car and drive to San Francisco, arriving just after midnight only to find that Simon Cowell wouldn't let me have a room. It turns out that Simon Cowell has a show called "The X Factor", which I swear until that very moment I had never heard of.
In any case, apparently what happens on "The X Factor" is that talented people are discovered and become the next Michael Jackson. Eventually they die of a drug overdose administered by a quack doctor in a lonely, creepy mansion. But that doesn't happen for years. For a long time they are just rich and successful, which means they never have to fly United. This makes it worth winning "The X Factor" and explains much of Simon Cowell's popularity.
Anyway, Simon Cowell was apparently bringing his show to San Francisco and so we discovered after arriving in San Francisco after midnight that there were no hotel rooms to be had within fifty miles of the city because there are just that many talented people in the greater Bay area who just need to be discovered. They were all snug in their hotel rooms getting a good night's sleep before the day of their discovery. And we were out of luck.
On the bright side, when United cancelled our first flight we were reunited with the very same light blue Crown Victoria that I will write about in my very next blog. The Crown Vic is it's own kind of hell, though it does grow on you, I have to say.
So we drove on through the night through some of the less fashionable parts of San Francisco hoping to stumble on a hotel that aspiring Boyances had not yet discovered. We had no luck in this regard.
So we turned in the Crown Vic and went to sleep in the airport. Ever slept in an airport? No, you have not. That's because nobody sleeps in an airport. With no flights coming in or out and a handful of poor souls trying to get a few winks the recorded voices continued to remind us about airport security tips. Ok, so technically that one's not United's fault, but at this point I'm blaming the "D" I got in German in 1981 on United.
Having stayed in the airport overnight it occurred to us that we might as well catch the earliest flight home instead of waiting for the 10:44 AM flight that they had booked for us. At four AM, when the ticket counter was supposed to open we got in line. That line was yet a lower depth of United hell.
Employees of the Devil stood behind the counters mute. The computers weren't working. No United employee was speaking with any United customer. They just weren't in the mood, I guess. Meanwhile, in less severe levels of hell, known as the "Premiere" counters dozens of willing United employees waited on half as many important people. They were joking and laughing. I swear champagne was being served.
Those of us in steerage finally got a break when the computers started working. We were informed that we would not be allowed to talk with an actual representative of the Devil United, but we could now use one of the self-service kiosks. The kiosk allowed us to switch our flight to an earlier one… for $150. I looked at the chaos surrounding me. I looked in vain for a service agent anywhere near steerage. I paid the $150.
Maybe this was all just a bad dream. Maybe I didn't go to United hell afterall. Maybe, instead, the forces of truth and justice prevailed and JAL, a wonderful Japanese airline that actually treats people who fly on their airplanes like human beings, has taken over all the planes that United had to give up when it went bankrupt and it's CEO went to a very dark, very cold prison in Siberia. Or maybe, better yet, he was forced to sit through all the auditions for "The X Factor".
There is no more forlorn place on earth than the lost baggage podium at an airport. First you wait with growing angst as one bag after another pops out of the shoot onto the baggage carousel and the crowd around you steadily dwindles to just a handful of lonely losers.
Then you schlep over to the lost baggage podium and get in line as harried airline employees deal with the unhappy travelers in front of you. This must be the worst job in the industry. You spend your whole day dealing only with people who are at best sad and at worst really hostile.
Knowing this, I tried to be nice while the women (it took three of them) behind the counter tried to sort out my situation. They typed a lot. I don't know what they were typing, but they kept on typing furiously long after I stopped answering their questions. I thought for a moment that maybe this was just an act. In the United employee manual under "lost baggage" it says something like, "If you are seated at a computer terminal begin typing as the customer is speaking to convey the impression that we have any idea whatsoever about where the customer's bag may be or how we might find it."
Anyway, all this typing went on for two hours. When you're standing at a lost baggage terminal for two hours you notice stuff. Like, for example the peeling linoleum on the counter or the dim, murky lighting or the green screens of the computer terminals indicating that they were installed about the time Ronald Reagan broke the air traffic controllers union. These observations do not reinforce the idea that United cares deeply about your lost underwear and toiletries.
Finally, after a couple of hours the typing ended with a slump in the shoulders all around and capitulation to defeat. The bags were nowhere to be found. I could check in at a website and through an 800 number as the search continued and good luck with that and goodbye.
So, we went to the mall to buy underwear and toothbrushes and shaving stuff, which didn't bother me too much as everybody needs stuff like that and it will not go to waste in the event that our bags are actually found or we win a half billion dollars in the lottery, both of which seemed to be long odds at that point.
But that evening I called the 800 number. A friendly, if somewhat condescending, automated voice welcomed me and ran me through a list of options. I said, very clearly, "lost bags".
"Ok," the automated voice said cheerfully, "please give your last name."
'Oh, gosh,' I thought to myself, but I tried anyway.
"Chess LEV itch", I said just as clearly and loudly as I knew how.
"I'm sorry," said the automated man with what I thought I could detect was the slightest hint of automated irritation. "Use only your last name as in "Smith"".
'Yeah, well, I'm not 'as in Smith', ' I thought but gamely tried again.
"Ok," the voice said. "Let's try this another way." Here there's no question that I heard pre-programmed condescension in Mr. Automated Help Man.
It next commanded me to spell my name. So, I did. And now he got it and things really started to move. Mr. Automated Help Man told me that our bags had been "located" (but not where), that they were "in route to the airport" (from where was a question that popped to mind), and that they would "be delivered to the designated address" (when was a question of some interest to me that went unanswered).
Because I sought answers to these questions I tried again. The automated voice asked me if I wanted to hear further options. Boy, did I. So, I said "further options".
"Ok," said Mr. Automated. And then he promptly repeated a set of new options, which had nothing at all to do with my situation, but he ended promisingly with "or say 'back to main menu'". So, I said "back to main menu!"
But this, of course, took me back to the main menu and the main menu, as I had not noted earlier, contained no option for speaking with a live human being.
Finally, I just said, my voice filled with complete prostration to the airline gods, "speak to a representative" even though this was not one of the options provided.
"Insolence!" shouted Mr. Automated Help Man. "Before you talk to a United representative you must first bring me the broom of the Wicked Witch of the East!"
Well, okay, so I made that last part up. It actually worked and I was soon connected with a real person who spoke some English. But we struggled through the language barrier alright and she reported that our bags had in fact been located and were being shipped to San Francisco.
But I was curious, so I asked where they were being shipped from. She left me for awhile. I heard typing in the background. Then more typing. Then she reported that our bags were vacationing in Maui while we were vacationing in San Francisco. So, I felt good that we were both in nice spots, though I really wanted us to spend the time together.
I asked when our bags might return from Maui. She said she'd try to get them on the next flight. I couldn't bring myself to ask when that next flight was, but she promised to call me back when our bags were en route over the Pacific. No word about that as I write this.
Dianne and I rented a car in Palo Alto to travel from the home of some family members to a conference in Monterey where I was giving a presentation.
Avis presented us with a beautiful, light blue Crown Victoria.
Now, we can no longer claim to be young people, but we didn't think we were old enough for the Crown Vic. It caused a moment of self-evaluation. Did the young woman behind the counter look at us and conclude that we were of the Greatest Generation? When you're twenty-two does everybody over 40 look pretty much the same?
I briefly thought about asking if she had anything smaller than an aircraft carrier on hand, but then I thought, what the heck, let's go for the Crown Vic experience.
And I have to admit there were some advantages. For example, it comes with a built in GIS that gives the nearest Perkins location at all times. It has a pop up video screen that shows nothing but Matlock reruns. You are automatically allowed to park in disabled spots just for showing up in a Crown Vic. The seats are big and wide enough to allow you to gain about 300 pounds and still fit comfortably behind the wheel. Nobody passes you on the freeway because they think you're an unmarked squad car.
And it drives like a dream. It drives like a Westin bed floating in a cloud on a calm day. It drives like whipped pudding served on a silk napkin. It drives like Mel Torme used to sing. In fact, I'm pretty sure that the "Velvet Fog" owned one of these. Come to think of it, it drives like velvet fog.
And the downsides? Well, we visited Dianne's niece who works on the Google complex. I'm pretty sure we were the only Crown Vic in the parking lot. In fact, I'm reasonably sure we had the only American car of any make in the parking lot. Cool Google hipsters looked at our car and just assumed somebody's grandparents were visiting.
Another downside is that even one Crown Vic doing the short trip from San Francisco to Monterey consumes enough gas to drive up your price at the pump by about 2.5 cents and contributes enough greenhouse gasses to increase the earth's temperature by another degree. Sorry.
I may never drive a Crown Victoria ever again, but for just one brief shining moment I felt like I was living the dream. The dream of a much older person it's true, but still a dream.
The big news of the week was the three days of arguments before the U.S. Supreme Court over the new health care system dubbed "Obamacare" by its opponents. We know that this term is a slam because anytime you put a person's name together with the word "care" it means that they are communists or, perhaps socialists, maybe even Unitarians.
Obama cares enough to take away your God-given, red-blooded American right to get sick and bankrupt your family all while receiving substandard treatment because you were denied insurance coverage due to pre-existing conditions.
Protesters outside the court held signs reading things like "Obamacare is UnAmerican!" Damn straight! Forty-five million Americans without health insurance. Now, that's what this country is all about!
We learned this week that in Slinger we had the first use of Wisconsin's new "castle doctrine" in which a brave homeowner defended his family against an underage kid who had been at a drinking party and was hiding out from the cops in the brave homeowner's screened porch. He didn't bother to call the cops who were just 300 feet away. No, he killed the kid who, by the way, had joined the Marine Corps. There's now a move in the legislature to change the name of the castle doctrine to the "Barney Fife" doctrine.
Speaking of castles, New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg said this week that he didn't think any future mayor's should live in the official mayor's residence, Gracie Mansion. Of course, for Bloomberg the mansion would have been slumming it compared to his townhouse on the Upper Eastside.
Hearing of Bloomberg's plan, Vinnie Brutanelli of Queens responded, "Hey, Bloomberg, you know what it costs the average guy to live in this town? How am I gonna ever be mayor if I can't live in Gracie Mansion? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Yeah, live right here, Bloomberg! Ha, ha, ha."
And the real excitement coming up on Tuesday is the Wisconsin primary in which Rick Santorum has demonstrated that he's a pretty good bowler. But Mitt Romney connected with Wisconsin voters by reminding them that the thinks he owns several bowling alleys and his accountants will let us know exactly how many sometime in June. This is why Mitt is a man of the people.
And finally in the world of sports, the Milwaukee Bucks have gone on a winning streak and may not be eliminated from the NBA playoffs after all. This destroys the credibility of the entire NBA seasons, which has been about eliminating the Bucks from the playoffs while everyone else makes it and the playoffs go on into July when nobody cares anymore as if they did to begin with. What's this crazy world coming to?
And I know you want to know how I'm doing in the exciting NCAA hockey playoffs! Well, I'm winning again this year. The only way I can lose a bottle of Scotch is if Union loses in the next round and Boston College goes all the way. I know! You're thinking, 'This is really exciting! The NCAA has hockey playoffs??!!'
That's all I've got for now. Have a good weekend, kids.
I was a little concerned that nothing funny would happen this week and then, right on cue, Team Romney came through. The Mitt had just won the Illinois primary going away and snatched up the coveted (if chilly) endorsement of Jeb Bush when one of his advisors went on TV to talk about Etch a Sketch.
Like me, I guess Eric Fehrnstrom had the iconic toy as a child and apparently he loved it so much that he now uses it on the Romney campaign trail. Fehrnstrom described how after Mitt sows up the GOP nomination this summer he'll hit "the reset button" on his positions and start over " like shaking up an Etch a Sketch."
This may have been a poor choice of analogies, no matter how fond we all are of the plastic tablet. It led us to believe that maybe Romney had no core belief system and that his positions were as fleeting as the ink (or whatever it is) on an Etch a Sketch. Which is ridiculous because nothing except for Romney's long record and countless public statements pandering to whatever crowd he happens to be standing in front of could lead a person to that outrageous conclusion.
Predictably his remaining opponents jumped on the Etch a Sketch bandwagon. Rick Santorum said that his own positions were "carved in stone", making a not-so-subtle reference to the fact that nowhere in the Bible is it said that God gave Moses the Ten Commandments on an Etch a Sketch. No, the Word of God was written in stone just as is Rick Santorum's position on the capital gains tax, which matches God's by the way.
Meanwhile, Newt Gingrich handed an Etch a Sketch to a kid at a rally and said sarcastically, "here, now you can be president." Reports that the kid than promptly used the toy to skillfully draw a middle finger aimed at Newt have been unconfirmed, but should be true.
And Ron Paul said he had never hear of such a "new fangled darn thing" as the Etch a Sketch.
The whole group will bring their Etch a Sketches to Wisconsin as we're the next stop on the reality show. Oh boy.
Closer to home strange things are happening in Clintonville, up near Green Bay. Sounds like explosions or door slamming have been heard at night in those parts and there's no clear explanation of what's causing it. One woman says that the vibrations have produced cracks in her basement. But I know what it is. It's Clinton. That's right. A giant beloved former president is racing through the springtime woods after a giant Monica Lewinsky, sort of like the famed Hodag in that neck of the woods.
And finally in sports March Madness rolls on with the Wisconsin Badgers and the Marquette Golden Eagles advancing despite the fact that my brackets didn't show either of them making it to the Sweet Sixteen. Bucky had the good graces to bow out narrowly to Syracuse last night, but it doesn't matter. I didn't even bother to look at my brackets after Sunday night.
But I've got another chance. That's because the real excitement is over the NCAA hockey tournament, which starts this weekend. In my brackets I picked Boston College to beat Air Force because Boston is a great town. I picked Maine to beat Minnesota-Duluth because nobody thinks about Maine at all and I'm always for the underdog, even against Duluth. I picked Boston University to beat Minnesota just to continue the pro-Massachusetts, anti-Minnesota theme. I've got North Dakota beating Western Michigan because North Dakota has the lowest unemployment rate in the nation, so I figure a winning hockey team will make them really swagger. I have no idea what North Dakota swagger would look like. Let's find out. I've got Michigan beating Cornell to make up for picking against Western Michigan against North Dakota (I don't feel as strongly about Michigan as I do about Minnesota (in the negative) or Massachusetts (in the positive)). I've got Ferris State beating Denver because I've never heard of Ferris State. (Maybe it's in Maine.) Massachusetts-Lowell should beat Miami because they're from Massachusetts and it's just wrong to have a hockey team in Miami. And finally I've got Union beating Michigan State because, like Ferris State, I've never heard of a school named Union and also because I don't want to be known as being anti-Union.
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As a Beatles fan, I like to think I'm pretty well-versed in Beatles history.
So I was a bit puzzled when I saw something on twitter that had been re-tweeted by Paul McCartney. It was from some one named Percy Thrillington who wrote: "Percy...
Did you know May is National Bike Month? It's the start of summer and the perfect time to get people thinking about ulterior means of transportation. You may have already participated in Bike to School Day, Bike to Work Day, or even Bike to Work Week...
Our challenge was to re-write our own version of On Wisconsin. Everyone was REALLY creative. As much as we didn't really think it was a great songwriting challenge, it sure was entertaining to see what people came up with. Tough decisions ahead...
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Well, win or lose, this will be the last time we come to Triple M on Monday night to share a song. It was an interesting challenge this week - play our signature song. Sounded kind of easy at first, but we had a bit of diffcult time choosing. Do we...
It's probably not a big surprise to any one who knows me, but I was never a big disco fan. I never even owned a copy of "Saturday Night Fever."
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Pat Gallagher
