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Milwaukee's Daily Magazine for Friday, Dec. 19, 2014

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The car house on Humboldt is one of my favorite attractions.
The car house on Humboldt is one of my favorite attractions. (Photo: Jim Owczarski)
What other city has a yard giraffe?
What other city has a yard giraffe? (Photo: Jim Owczarski)
Anchor's aweigh in Bay View.
Anchor's aweigh in Bay View. (Photo: Jim Owczarski)

Milwaukee has the best yard "stuff"

Before I moved to Milwaukee, I was a frequent visitor and found myself getting lost in various neighborhoods looking for restaurants or the homes of friends.

One of the first unique parts of the city I came across was the house on Humboldt Boulevard that has a bunch of cars half buried in the front lawn.

This fascinated me, and even now I slow down to take a look at it. I'm not sure what I'm looking for – maybe some kind of "Revenge of the Fallen" thing might happen that day – but I do it nonetheless.

Then I realized – people in Milwaukee love having stuff in their yards. And not just usual yard stuff, like those glass globes or gnomes – but weird stuff.

Like a steel giraffe in a wooded, unkempt backyard. Or a ship's anchor. I mean, why not?

Know of any other weird yard stuff in Milwaukee? Sure you do. It seems we all love it.

Today, 12-12-12, is the day No. 12 is celebrated across the state of Wisconsin.
Today, 12-12-12, is the day No. 12 is celebrated across the state of Wisconsin. (Photo: Mat Hayward / )

It's Aaron Rodgers Day, so let's celebrate

Technically, we live history every day. There has never been another day like the one we're currently in. But, doing what we do on some random Thursday is kind of mundane. There's no excitement, no juice.

Today is different, though. It's Dec. 12, 2012. It's an historic date better known as 12-12-12, which is better known as Aaron Rodgers Day here in Wisconsin.

What better way to celebrate the last consecutive date in our lifetimes? Yes, all of our lifetimes – you can't really assume that any child born today will live to 100, not with all this stuff going on.

So let's celebrate Aaron Rodgers Day. The MVP. The Champ. The Discount Double Check. The sensitive one. The greatest Wisconsinite not born or permanently living in Wisconsin of all time. Awesome.

If you celebrate it the right way, be sure to get in touch with the Style Network and maybe you can get yourself on TV for a Cheesehead-centric reality show.

Of course, if you feel the world will end in nine days, then this is all moot anyway.

A bucket of toys and a blast from the past.
A bucket of toys and a blast from the past.

A toy story

A couple of weeks ago, my dad texted to tell me the mission I put in front of him was accomplished: The Toys were back.

The Toys were my pride and joy as a little guy – boxes of He-Man, Thundercats, G.I. Joe and assorted other action figures. My folks definitely got their money's worth. I beat the snot out of those things.

Once, I decided that when a G.I. Joe died in battle due to a missile through the stomach, he should have a hole in his stomach. So, I got myself into dad's tool box, found a drill, and proceeded to – you guessed it – put a hole in his stomach.

That served me well enough in that particular battle, but then it hit me – that hole wasn't going away. So unfortunately, that particular G.I. Joe always had to die in a fashion that called for a hole in the stomach.

Those were the days.

After I aged out of The Toys, my parents did the right thing – they saved them. Put 'em in boxes or garbage bags and tossed 'em up in the garage rafters. Who knows when they'd see the light of day again.

That day came recently, when I asked if my dad could find them. He did, and boy was it a wallop from the past when I opened those things. I was a little sad I couldn't remember all the names of the figures, but I knew the faces.

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face for the better part of an hour as I dug through them all.

After throwing away some assorted arms, legs and cracked guns and ships, I packed the rest in a plastic tub and brought them up to Milwaukee. Once home, I put them in the sink for a good scrub - they've been in those rafters for the better part of two decades, after all.

Unfortunately, some didn't make it through the wash cycle.

That led to this discussion with my dad.

Indeed they did.

Now they are en route to a new house where they can be enjoyed by all my nieces and nephews who, for the next few years, will come to love and appreciate all of these toys as I once did.

My 4-year-old nephew already loves He-Man (yes, I own all the…

Milwaukee Brewers Hall of Famer Robin Yount, right, accidentally shot Dale Sveum on a hunt.
Milwaukee Brewers Hall of Famer Robin Yount, right, accidentally shot Dale Sveum on a hunt. (Photo: David Bernacchi)

Taking aim: Robin Yount shoots Dale Sveum in ear

A late entry for "story of the year" came out of Major League Baseball's winter meetings when the Chicago Tribune's Paul Sullivan reported on an unusual incident between former Milwaukee Brewers teammates Robin Yount and Dale Sveum.

Apparently, the two friends were out hunting in Arizona when Yount lost track of his buddy – but not a quail – and opened fire.

"He pulled the trigger, and I was like, 'Uh oh,'" Sveum told the Tribune. "Luckily I was just kind of climbing, looking for birds myself when it was behind me. So I got drilled with pellets in the back and one stuck in my ear."

Uh-oh is right, but Sveum was a trooper. He got himself cleaned up and clearly is no worse for wear.

That didn't stop him from calling Yount "Dick Cheney" for pumping his ear full of buckshot.

"You don't get hit very often," Sveum told the Associated Press. "It's not that big a deal."