A Sunday at the Museum

Being male and white, obviously loaded with privilege that sets me apart from all others, my wife and I just had to go to the art museum to illuminate ourselves in the floodlight of great art. It wasn’t the glow of master craft that we basked in but the fact that admittance was free, courtesy of Kohl’s, this Sunday.

Observing piles of rocks and what looked like giant reams of blank paper setting on the floor my wife said, “We have lots of art at our house.”

Walking the new extension and galleries of the museum my thoughts and my wife’s words were in complete harmony as she said more than once, “You could do that.”

I am not easily impressed by what would be called modern or contemporary impressionistic art, but I did enjoy the Sam Francis display. We didn’t renew our membership this year as my wife didn’t use it and we had better places to put our money.

These are dangerous times for mountain bike trails. Destruction comes with every pump of the pedal as churning tire upon soft wet dirt tears the earth. The only thing worse than a derelict mountain biker on a closed trail would be to run those muddy tires over a canvas and make us pay to see it.

I noticed a bicycle aid station, with a pump and all, just across from the War Memorial; that is an annex to the museum for you not from Milwaukee. There is an effort to get another kind of bicycle aid station in Hoyt Park; it includes tools. The pump station is the most expensive part. The station is to be in memory of Rob Hofmann; a leader in the Wisconsin Bicycle Federation.

The eagle scout project for a similar station in Minooka Park has also been completed. Saris produces bicycle aid stations. A chain of convenience stores in Portland is installing bicycle aid stations at all their stores.

And do you want to watch all seven Star Wars movies at once. You are in luck.

After the Christmas cards are done a big decision needs to be made; real or artificial. It will be time to get the Christmas decorations up. The neighborhood is looking more festive than the past few years. Each street and block in our neighborhood has a different feel, but an influx of home owners have raised the standards. It is a nice little enclave.

“Why don’t I get a Christmas card?” you ask. Tell me who you are and I’ll send you one.

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