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 Two Dogs Resting
Oil by Jeff Jordan
9 x 12 on canvas board
For my Granddaughter Violet

Referenced a Pastel by Carol Rhode-Curley.

The dog on the left could be my Lucy. During my rehab from my four knee surgery. Lucy and I became closer. I always had to watch when I moved because she was near.

I don’t fault Maria for putting her down. Lucy was a sick puppy, and it was the right thing to do.

I’ve maintained that if we could have cloned her, we could have made hundreds of people happy.

The Theater

Bad News

I will forward the following notice to the marketing and public relations people with the various theater companies in Milwaukee. You, my friends, read it here first.

This is to advise you that I am no longer be writing previews for Urban Milwaukee.Com.

Urban Milwaukee will continue to publish reviews by Dominique Paul Noth. 

I appreciate the help and support that all of you have provided me. I hope you will continue to include me on your mailing lists; however, I can no longer in good conscience accept complimentary tickets.

The pandemic has sorely tested the theater in Milwaukee. I’m proud of all of you in the trenches battling back. I note that your courage and dedication are being rewarded. 

As with many aspects of our life, the pandemic has forced us to reevaluate our priorities. This horrible experience has caused many of us to realize how important the theater is in the fullness of living in Milwaukee.

In the theater’s tradition, I hope you break a leg. Because, as we all know, every production needs a cast.😀


On A lighter note: From my good friend and editor Pam Frautschi.


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