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 I may have to quit posting Stuff I found on Twitter. I'm giving up Twitter for Lent. But I've still have a couple in the bank.

From The New Yorker Magazine via Twitter.

I took a nice walk yesterday, (03/05/2021). I walked to Prospect and Juneau. Almost immediately, my Gold Line bus appeared and whisked me up to Downer Ave. 
Are they ever going to finish the addition to St John's and free up the full width of Prospect Avenue?
Am I ever going to lose control when the automated locater on the bus announces the next stop as Lafayette and I want to scream "We Are Here"?

I had this strange experience at the drive-up window of the bank. I go to the bank on the corner of Downer and Bellvue about once per month to get a roll of quarters so I can do my laundry. Normally there might one car and me, using the two drive-up access machines. This day I was standing in a line of cars. The driver of the car that was next in line in front of me told me to go ahead. People can be so damned nice sometimes.

Oh, while I was on Downer I experienced two of my favorite things, aside from raindrops on roses, etc. A loaf of ciabatta bread from the Breadsmith and lunch with Michelle Mooney.

I've had three long conversations on the phone this week. (Long = more than an hour.) Given that phone calls will never completely replace the experience of meeting face to face, It is better to phone and talk than not talk at all.

I have written a number of theater preview columns for Urban Milwaukee this past couple of weeks. I hate doing phone interviews. I miss the off-the-record comments and stories that don't relate to the column I'm writing. They help me and my subject to become closer and to build a relationship that is, to me, personally satisfying.



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