Condiments for charity for tips? If you dream it, the cause is there, if you hop with hope around I-Hop. Or gather crumbs around Cracker Barrel to form Kibbles and Bits. Just don’t keep the family, or the dog, waiting. There is another Easter dinner coming.

When you add to your Easter eating, and collect all the condiments, at all kinds of places like Cracker Barrel, it can be a chunk for charity. If only in my dreams.

In post-Easter slumber, and not the kind that comes after your big dinner, but after midnight following the Minnesota Wild first postseason game out in that other city that never sleeps, Las Vegas, I envisioned that those eateries were taking any of those little bags of ketchup and mustard and such that you could save and then donate, and give the savings to a cause. I may have been wrong, but in the dream we family-style restaurant hopped (I-Hop on Easter?) all around the southwest portion of Milwaukee, and I would stay well behind gathering up the lost under the table samples, in the name of cashing in and feeding the hungry. This put me in dream conflict, one by one, with just about every family member, mainly my nieces, envisioned front and center in front of me. The family dog even bolted across the front of the car hood — to gather scraps?

I did in my route around the restaurants encounter a group of tall kids fighting with a smaller one, and saved him from being beaten, or at least roasted with boasting. Like a small bunny surrounded by bigger rabbits.

— San Pedro in downtown Hudson has kept the spring-break-timed party going for most of this week with a special Caribbean-and-other-island themed observance, culminating Saturday afternoon with a steel drum band, The Pan Handlers. Do the drummers cook too, maybe with drumsticks? —

That could echo the meeting of the late Pope Francis, who unfortunately died Monday morning, with vice president JD Vance, who even though a Catholic must have felt like a witch at church when they met at The Vatican. (Since Vance’s boss, the president, has also come into conflict several times with the late pontiff over policy for the poor.) Apparently the pope couldn’t quite stomach the session. And after the smoke clears, literally, will the next pope even meet with the sinful likes of Vance? Or decline in advance.

Also back closer to home, a coffee maker has said they will have to hike the price for a 12-ounce bag by two bucks, citing the effects of Trump’s tariff policies. So if you needed some caffeine right before sunrise church service, or after the followup dinner …

Across the pond in Belgium, held was a hunt based not on beans but for bottles of beer, by hoards of this-time adults (we assume) and when taking into account differences in time zones, they should have been in church. A total of 10K of the bottles not cans were waiting to be discovered under bushes, in the forks or trees, or right out on the lawn. All this was big enough news to garner a half-minute on a station in Milwaukee.

In this time not an Easter hunt, but a bunch of children like small wooden bobbleheads who were displayed not on a playground, but in a makeshift courtroom in kiddie court for immigration, where they are being tried without adult legal representation even as young as three This was given to them so they could have something to play with, like maybe their parents with small wooden structures, while in actual proceedings were facing essentially, life without parole. A plan to produce another board-game-type playground, this time depicted them in a juvenile jail cell, was scuttled.

Share the Post:

Headliner

Urban Table has solo and duet acts already in the books, and the tunes put in its vault, as they’ll soon be brought back for more music events. and positioned practically tableside tonight in their designated intimate enclave, has been enlisted an acoustic ensemble, turning it into an ample stage, and then another band next Saturday, just for starters. Bluesy, yes, and even jazzier. And always eclectic.

This about all that soft jazz, and a whole lotta related offerings, taking a renewed seat at the table, like a not-seen-for-a-while relative at Thanksgiving dinner, as they have plenty of quick eats or full meal to go with the music too, at a venue that adds another element to the local song scene. It’s an intimate setting, where you can be not much more than an arm’s length or two from one of the players as the regele you with their sung stories — and still stay out of reach and vocal range of that odd uncle, but close...

Headliner

Clarity. Craft. Better together. Like a guitar harmony. Or Clarity & Craft Co., for penning business proposals that turn old notes and rough drafts into persuasive plans for your client’s action. Like a concerto. Choir to double down, on composing ditties.

Business writing, and even life, is like penning a song. It moves through the various seasons, like The Rain Song. (Snow coming soon.) But the very season at which we choose to begin is telling. And it may vary. For each client’s, or band’s needs. Or the second side of an album. They say keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and your bandmates closest, because they are the ones you hole up with for long periods and churn out the creative process. One of those for me, is the pen during the day, and voice at times at night when...

Headliner

Nicolas Cage has been around locally for weeks filming one of his latest projects. Could ‘Parish’ be considered a cage match between he and St. Michael the Archangel, a local parish, with sword slitting sinner’s neck, considering his bent for projects of a spiritual and apocalyptic nature?? But farmhouse famously. Read on, or see it in a theater soon …

When I first heard that star actor Nicolas Cage was in town for an extended stay to film one of his new movies, it didn’t take too much of a deep dive to discover that the film and its protagonist takes the name of Parish, which made me think it had something to do with things post-apocalyptic and churches, like some of his past flicks. (Spoiler alert: It actually is not a parish in the sense of the name of a church, but has that end of the world and eternity vibe, as it’s about a man who decides to hole up in his adapted...

Headliner, Killer Metal Lyrics

MAGA goes South, and everyone from South Park to various ends of St. Croix County ‘can plainly see’ it. Yes, Republicanism may have won the day in the county, but in the final tally in the state, and country, it was curtains for them keeping a majority, being tied too closely to Trump. aberations in that county voting were Knoke vs. Zimmerman, and the early tallies in Town of Hudson absentee voting.

Mr. Hat, meet Mr. Reality, meet Mr. Mandate. Via Mr. Crowley. If you don’t get that post-election humor, then there’s no hope … When it concerns the latter, check out the Ozzy song and it’s message, “won’t you ride my white horse” and “did you think you were pure,” see if you then get the gag, as a U.S. dictator’s realm falls in a landslide rarely seen. “Your lifestyle to me seems so tragic.” As the last midterm election tallies are being, well, tallied, South Park (and later SNL too) roared on with its satire on Wednesday night, getting going at it...

Headliner

Sick of getting flyers in the mail, as many as five a day, and leaving no room in the box for the postman? Even if they happen to target a political interest of yours? I went through more than 100, so offer this synopsis, which got very detailed, as your primer for when you go to the polls today. (See results here in coming days.)

The divide in politics these days is not still as much left vs. right, with granted little center, it’s become the informed vs. the uniformed or downright ignorant, and by the flyers politicians put out, you can see they are catering to this predilection. So I propose a solution, though radical, as long as these days we’re throwing that word around all over the place even when it’s not merited, and it’s mentioned literally hundreds of times in Republican flyers across the state: If you are not going to educate yourself, don’t vote. If you think about it, this is very Darwin-ish. Another...

Headliner

Few inflatables? Just Chip away at the beyond-rigatoni-like-structured (Penne please?) them plastic bones? Halloween has come crashing to a sugary candied conclusion. But not before the alley cats were spooked, if they were not caught with their costumed tails between their legs, (no prizes), or by a pirate that’s DEPP-osed, (maybe.) Or, did Zappa do it? Double, double P. —– But hence, tomorrow is Election Day, and I will provide detailed coverage and how-to-fight-through-the-chaff analysis that will include the local polling numbers. You will see that much sooner here than in the local paper, as they do not staff elections firsthand.

Hark Halloween has been buried, as the big inflatables are now being sacked and stored — they were slowly being replaced anyway by some bigger creatures of all, very tall types and rounds lengths of plastic, currently used as the centerpieces, not the ones that often end up laying flat on the ground, strung out. As far as the bigger than gourds, such pumpkins were seen around town at the bars and antique shops, such as three of carefully chosen shades set in a triangle, of all different colors were the shapes painted on — they being squares and circles of...

Condiments for charity for tips? If you dream it, the cause is there, if you hop with hope around I-Hop. Or gather crumbs around Cracker Barrel to form Kibbles and Bits. Just don’t keep the family, or the dog, waiting. There is another Easter dinner coming.

Related Posts