Skip to main content

In the midst of it all.

Who says Twitter is a waste of time. How can they say that when you find gems like these.



Is there a place so close that we call home? Frankly, when I returned to Milwaukee in August of 2019, I told people that I had the same feeling I had in 2004 when I first moved here. It felt like home to me. No, this time, I wasn't in the Downer Ave. Area. That was beyond my budget. 

I settled gladly in the Lower Eastside, a mere two blocks from The Hop on Ogden, Metro Mart on Van Buren, and Juneau Park on Prospect. I have immediate access to bus line numbers: 14,15,30, and the Gold Line. This neighborhood is vibrant and diverse. It hums the way a city street should.

I'll admit I am limiting my outside activities because of an incident a couple of weeks ago. The landlords of the many apartments and condo buildings are excellent a clearing and de-icing the sidewalks I need for exercise and shopping. However, the curbs at the intersections are often filled with snow or ice due to snow plowing. A few days of sunlight seems to cure the problem, but we went through a period of overcast that didn't help.

I was returning from Metro Mart with a backpack full of groceries. The half-gallon of milk made the load a little heavier than normal. As I negotiated the last intersection before my building, I slipped ever so slightly. I moved my cane to help regain my balance. Unfortunately, I put it on an ice patch.

The bad news. I was on the ground fast because of my inability to regain balance with the load on my back. As soon as I landed, I knew I hadn't hurt myself. However, I needed to get the backpack off, find dry ground to get myself standing, and regroup for the half-block trip home. To say I was shaky is to minimize my condition.

The good news is, in what seemed like seconds, four people were by my side. One young lady passed her dog's leash to an older woman, so she could help me get the backpack off. Two younger men offered me their arms so I could pull myself up. The woman holding the dog retrieved my cane. One of the young men insisted that he walk me to my apartment building. Of course, I thanked them all. And they all insisted it was no big thing. To them maybe, to me, it was huge. 

Would this have happened in other places I have lived?  Of course. In some of the communities, I probably would know the names of the people who assisted me. What still surprises me is the unconditional response of the so-called city dweller who doesn't know his neighbors and has no sense of community.



Comments

  1. Hope you have recovered with minimal soreness. Glad it wasn't more serious.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Be careful Jeff. It’s hard in the winter up there.

    ReplyDelete
  3. You tough old bird! I know from my own experiences that "young people" are generally far more kind than we give them credit for, and isn't that wonderful.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Once A Young Man

 My late friend Jack had a saying that's lost on young people; it sure was lost on me. With his version of a Finnish accent, he'd say, " We are too soon old and too late, smart." I've never heard anybody answer the question about returning and reliving their youth that didn't include the covariate that they would know what they know now. Maturation and accepting the onset of the later years of our life goes a long way to mellowing our passions. Chicago Bear fans are less intimidating, and the members of the opposite sex who are age appropriate are far more appealing than we might have thought in our youth. Yes, I will admit some men still try to relive their youth in ways that defy logic. This facet of two late smart prevents athletes from realizing when their best years are behind them. More men than women seem to delude themselves into believing that members of the opposite sex half their age are suitable mates.  I'm not going to deny that some of us old...

Which Doctor Do I Call?

 It started with weepy, crusty eyes. Then my left leg started acting like it had a swivel for a knee. Suddenly, I was experiencing a lack of energy. To top it off, I wasn't getting a good night's sleep. Who do ya call? In my case, I'm calling my primary. My eye problem might need a specialist. Since I have CMT, my leg problem could be neuropathy or orthopedic. My cancer treatments might lead to my lack of pep. And despite using my pillows to attain perfect comfort, my aching legs and lower back keep me awake. I'm going to be cutting back a bit since my health seems to be melting before my weepy, crusty eyes. I've quit my tutoring gig. This hurts me. My student, six-year-old Aydn Collins, is a joy to be with. I had hoped my contribution to his education would be good for him. The biggest problem with the job is getting in and out of the school. Featuring long walks from and back to the parking lot and the mountain of stairs. The older schools are wonderful in almost ...

Watching the Oldies

Note: Last week's post was late. There is a reason. Read on.  Classic Film: From Here To Eternity The film opens in Hawaii in 1941. The film stars Bur Lancaster, Mongomery Clift, Deborah Carr and Donna Reed. It is before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. The only scene I remember is a scene many people who never watched the entire film have seen. It shows Bert Lancaster and Deborah Carr lying on a sandy beach, kissing as an incoming washed over them. Given the popularity of that scene, it was amazing to me that that iconic image is only seconds long in the film. The story is about the innocence of army personnel with no idea what's coming. Lancaster literally runs the squad while his Captain lets him take charge so he can campaign for his promotion and cheat on his wife.  To make up for the disrespect he has for his commanding officer, Lancaster beds his Captain's officer's wife only to fall in love with her.  Clift's character suffers the humiliation of an offic...