On Monday, OnMilwaukee.com Publisher Andy Tarnoff posted a blog asking, "Where were you in ‘82?" The simple question brought back a vivid childhood memory.
I clearly remember watching the game with my mom -- who wasn’t usually a baseball fan -- and my sister, in our cozy Shorewood bungalow. My dad was at the game with a friend.
When Robin Yount made the final out, my mom jumped up and said, "Let’s go!" I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I liked her enthusiasm, and before I knew it, the three of us piled into our Ford Escort.
My mother zipped down Oakland Avenue -- driving well over the speed limit -- and honked the horn until it was a continuous drone. My sister and I cheered and giggled in the back seat. We wouldn’t act this reckless in a vehicle again for another seven or eight years.
My mom drove Downtown, only to lodge our Escort in a major traffic jam with scads of other honking and screaming fans. After a few minutes of Wisconsin Avenue mayhem, the horn went from an obnoxiously loud blaring sound to a sick goat bleat to absolute silence.
It took a good six months for my dad to have the horn fixed. Normally, my dad is the type of person who would have been right on it, but like a lot of baseball fans, he has a nostalgic side. My theory is that he left the broken horn just so he could relive the glory every time someone cut him off.
Most days, I pack my sons’ lunches because it’s cheaper and healthier. I must admit, however, I finally started reading the MPS lunch menu, and it doesn’t sound like the starchy-sugary nightmare I had assumed it to be.
I remember eating a lot of hot dogs, hamburgers and tater tots -- as well as the occasional "mock chicken leg" -- during my hot lunch days, but it appears as if the meals are more balanced and there’s much more variety.
I was particularly pleased to see that they rarely serve a dessert. I’m all for treats now and again, but not when focus is the key to success.
I wonder about suburban districts and if their lunches are even more nutritious than MPS’. But I must say, I was surprisingly impressed after my first glance. Granted, in a perfect world I would like to see more organic and fresh foods, but considering budget limitations, I think the MPS lunch program deserves a B minus.
Recently, I received a press package from Lands’ End about its winter outerwear. However, it wasn’t the wool pea coats or the earflap hats that got my attention. Instead, it was the statistic in the first paragraph of the letter sent with the press kit that made me say, "Wow."
Here’s what it says:
"A recent survey conducted by Lands’ End of over 1,000 online moms found that nearly half (47.7 percent) said ‘the weather’ is a conversation they talk about two to five times a day."
Really? Two to FIVE times a day?
I'm a mother and I talk about the weather about once a day, and at that it’s usually more of a brief comment like, "What a beautiful day" or "Hmmm, where’s the umbrella?"
Now I wonder if I’m in the minority. Moms, talk to me. Do you chat about the weather this much?
Recently, a friend and I discussed "Sex In The City," and the fact that we never get sick of it. I rarely watch reruns, or even a film twice, but when it comes to "Sex," I can watch those episodes over and over again, and thoroughly enjoy them every time.
I once had a roommate who was this way about "Friends," and have known people who never tire of "Seinfeld." Of course, shows like "M*A*S*H," "The Brady Bunch" and "The Simpsons" have similar appeal.
What other TV shows with rerun appeal am I forgetting?