I finally went to bed at about 2 am. None the wiser to the future of our country, no better informed as to what to expect from my country, my city the following day. I’m used to knowing more on election night. Not just as the ballots and results roll in, but just in fucking…
Author: Jon Hartz
A Different Summer, But Something of the Same: Where There’s a Grill, There’s a Way
We do a lot of entertaining at our abode off of Brady Street. We’re one of those families that grills every weekend, and a couple of times a week, winter included. My wife doesn’t even like grilled food, save for chicken wings. And they have to be plain. Which is egregious, but not a deal…
One Foot In The Rave
Even on a normal day, entering The Rave to see a show is gambling on your physical and mental health. That’s part of its charm. Of all our Milwaukee venues, one could argue that The Rave (and its sub-venues inside) knows itself better than any of them. Nobody goes to a show there because they want…