Previously on This Just In, June 1, 2007:
Goldmann’s is closing after 111 years of business.
That’s very sad. It would be even sadder if Mitchell Street, once more popular and prestigious than Wisconsin Avenue, hadn’t died a long, long time ago.
I can say that because I grew up in the shadows of the golden domes of St. Stanislaus Church, the multi-storied Kunzelmann-Esser furniture store and the trolleys and streetcars. I lived the beauty, the buzz, the splendor of fabulous Mitchell Street. I have witnessed the slow, sad deterioration of a once proud street. Every Sunday, I return to Mitchell Street to attend mass at the only church I’ve ever belonged to, St. Anthony’s Catholic Church at 9th and Mitchell, directly across the street from Goldmann’s.
When I was a youngster, Mitchell Street was the ideal Main Street.
On 6th and Mitchell, on the corner was a Grebe’s Bakery. Their bakery wasn’t the greatest, but someone working there was a PR genius. In the window, every day, all day, was a spinning rotisserie with chickens, just dripping with natural juices. Many customers walked in wanting a cruller, but left with poultry.
Next door to Grebe’s was what everyone affectionately called, the “Sweet Shop.” Janet ran the “Sweet Shop,” just Janet, who had a long multi-syllabic Polish last name. I called her Janet.
You talk about a kid’s dream. The “Sweet Shop” had EVERYTHING! You walked in and there were only two long narrow corridors. In the middle of the store, some shelves with the basic packaged grocery goods. I never paid much attention. On the left as you walked in were Janet’s freezers, stocked with ice cream, and ice cream, and ice cream. Keep walking and you get to the front counter, where you checked out. Behind the counter, honest to goodness malted milk machines and a big refrigerator with every soda imaginable.
On the right side of the store, okay, I’m dating myself, a large, long glass case with “penny” candy. That’s right. “Penny” candy. If you had a quarter (and you probably didn’t because as a kid the most you had was probably a dime) you could pick out 25 different one-cent pieces of candy, and Janet would patiently and painstakingly place each morsel into a small brown paper bag. After each selection, Janet would tell you how much you had left to spend.
Janet sold the store a long time ago and now lives in New Berlin, not far from the childhood home of my wife’s best friend. Janet still talks with my mom often about the good ‘ol days.
Next to the “Sweet Shop,” was the Juneau Theater. When I was 6, I saw King Kong vs. Godzilla there and was afraid to go home. All I could think of was some giant reptile attacking me. I also saw a bunch of Elvis movies at the Juneau and had my first experience with Jujubes and Good and Plenty and all those other cool movie candies. Oh, and the idiot movie usher that flashed his light on you if you had your feet up on the empty seat in front of you. (Jerk!)
Down the block was Anton’s (Call me Max) men’s shop. Anton or Max (I never figured out who) was 5 foot 5, 150 pounds and wore a bird feeder on his head. I had no idea that when I’d ride my bike on Mitchell Street around his shop, he’d come out and keep an eye on me and report back to my mom.
There was Piasecki’s Record shop right across the alley from Anton’s. At Piasecki’s, I had one of the greatest experiences of my life. (Granted, I was only 6 or 7). My older brother took me, and to this day I’m not sure if he did it willingly or was instructed by mom, to Piasecki’s.
I remember it like it was yesterday. The glass door opened, and 1, 2, 3 steps down to a long, long, narrow aisle of stacks and stacks of wax. My brother helped me find, “Devil in Disguise,” by Elvis Presley. I walked up to the counter and took out what I believe was about 30 cents to pay Mr. Piasecki, who sported an accountant’s visor and a cigar whose aroma filled the store along with all that wonderful vinyl.
I seem to recall a Holzman’s Fur store on that block. The owner had curly white hair, huge black horn-rimmed glasses, a moustache, and a face that never smiled. I didn’t like him at all. I made sure I pedaled extra hard when I rode my bike past his window with the dead animal around the woman dummy’s neck, biting its own tail. Mr. Piasecki’s cigar was far more appealing.
The famous, “Irv the Working Man’s Friend,” was down the block, right across the street from Kunzelmann-Esser, a furniture store unrivaled in all of Wisconsin. They had a walkway inside the front windows that allowed you to walk inside (or in my case, ride my bike) without actually entering the store.
On 8th and Mitchell, Mayer-Krom, a men’s store my mom always dragged me to when she had to buy a gift for dad. My uncle Claude designed the displays in their windows.
On 9th and Mitchell, my parish church to this day, St. Anthony’s, a church so beautiful it brings tears to first time visitors. Across the street was the original Knight’s Popcorn. After school you’d hit Knight’s and hope you had enough for a soda and a bag of corn. If you were lucky, you had enough left over for a Mallo-Cup.
Up Mitchell on 10th was the “dime store,” officially known as F.W. Woolworth’s. My future sister-in-law, Bernie, actually worked there. I’d park and lock my bike in the alley behind Woolworth’s every week and run down the steps to the basement where they had the week’s top 100 45’s all in a row, ready for purchase. I’d smile when my favorite records climbed the charts. I’d moan when a favorite started to drop. Why wasn’t I buying my 45’s at Piasecki’s? Piasecki’s had become a Mautz Paint store, and I lost all interest.
Next to Woolworth’s was the ultimate, Gimbel’s Schusters Department Store, floor after floor of really neat stuff, like the Tonka trucks in the toy department.
Kiddy corner from Gimbel’s Schuster’s was the Grand, a high class women’s clothing store where my godmother Auntie Anne once worked.
You had your Walgreen’s and Meurer’s Bakery and George Webb’s and an Oriental restaurant that mom said had the best egg foo yung, and a few “sausage stores,” and if you didn’t like what they were showing at the Juneau, you walked a few blocks to the Granada or the Modjeska theaters.
In the summer and fall, it was a must to hit the Farmer’s Market on Saturday’s where Mitchell intersected with Forest Home.
And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention this unique bit of history from this special neighborhood. One block south of Mitchell is Maple Street. On the corner of 8th and Maple stood a single story red brick building, Graeven’s Bakery. This was the real McCoy. Grebe’s sold rotisserie chickens and mediocre donuts. Graeven’s was the cat’s pajamas of pastries.
But Graeven’s would do something unheard of on Friday nights in the summer months. All week long, the bakery would close up for the day around 5:00. Then on Friday nights in the summer, when the sun was down and evening darkness had arrived, a side door to the bakery on S. 8th Street would fly open. A baker clad in long white apron and white hat, full of flour would open that door to see a long line of people waiting in the hot, humid sticky night. These people should have been home sitting in front of a fan or parked near air conditioning. Instead, crazy south siders stood in line to get a chance to walk inside a hot steamy bakery to buy the only product on sale at 9:00……………hot rolls. You stood in line hoping and praying they wouldn’t run out before it was your turn.
My mother proudly talks about how she walked home with the bag of rolls held closely across her chest to keep them warm. When Mom arrived back home, though it was ungodly hot in the house, out came the butter, and we ate rolls.
Mitchell Street is, today, a busy street, but it’s nowhere near the same as it once was. There is an agency called the Mitchell Street Advancement Association whose job it is to promote and talk about the street in the most positive of terms. About 5 years ago, in the ultimate of “spin,” it announced Mitchell Street was enjoying a “renaissance.”
Please don’t insult me or my intelligence.
Not one of the stores I mentioned remains. There are no quality stores left. On the steps of the church I still attend every Sunday, a man was riddled with bullets. He bled to death in the arms of the parish pastor. At my church, the outdoor grotto on Mitchell Street is tarnished by garbage and litter tossed by irreverent and disrespectful punks. There are news stories of knifings and shootings, crime that was once unheard of on Mitchell.
Today, people who once did all their shopping on Mitchell Street drive by and keep driving. They reminisce and feel great pain and sorrow to see what has happened to this once wonderful street.
So Goldmann’s is closing. Yes, it’s sad. But it was bound to happen. Everything else that was truly great died on Mitchell Street a long time ago. Goldmann’s just happened to survive a lot longer.
—This Just In, June 1, 2007
The old Goldmann’s building is now the Gerald Ignace Indian Health Center. More information here.
If you missed last week’s highly interesting reads, here they are.
A look back at the people and events that made news the past week. Week-ends is a regular weekly feature of This Just In…
HEROES OF THE WEEK
VILLAINS OF THE WEEK
QUOTES OF THE WEEK
“We have a lousy wall over here now, but at least it stops 90, 95 percent. When we put up the real wall, we’re going to stop 99 percent. Maybe more than that.”
President Donald Trump after inspecting prototypes of the border wall
“First of all, I think the border– did you see it? How high it is … I mean, really? In a civilized society, we do something like that. As obnoxious as it is– You know, that’s a community there with a border running through it. Okay, we have a difference of opinion that, but a wall that big separating people? I mean really?”
“Democrat candidates might be sketchy about admitting that, especially in more 50-50 seats, but of course they’re going to impeach Donald Trump. Do you think that MSNBC or CNN would allow for anything less? And by the way, there aren’t that many Blue Dog Democrats left in Congress. They are radical leftist, socialist Democrats. They are like Nancy Pelosi. They are far-left people.
“That’s who’s winning their primaries, and do you think that the far-left ‘Resist’ movement base of the Democrat Party would accept anything other than impeachment?
“If we don’t keep the House, we lose the opportunity to enact the next stage of great things for the economy; the reform that’s needed to continue this growth in the long run. The whole government shuts down and Trump can’t do anything in the last two years because we’re in an impeachment battle. That would be just heartbreaking for us.”
Wisconsin Congressman Sean Duffy during an interview on WISN
“This bridge was about goodness, not sadness. Now we’re feeling immense sadness, uncontrollable sadness. And our hearts go out to all those affected, their friends and their families.”
Florida International University president Mark Rosenberg, after a newly installed pedestrian bridge collapsed, killing six people and injuring nine
“People don’t understand that Hollywood is a very violent place. You see a lot of people who never work again. For even speaking up the whole thing is that they cut off your head so that the next person doesn’t speak.”
Actor Terry Crews
OUTRAGE OF THE WEEK
MOST UNDER-REPORTED STORY OF THE WEEK
Kids who rallied in support of the 2nd Amendment, or who didn’t walk out
MOST OVER-HYPED STORY OF THE WEEK
STRANGEST, MOST UNUSUAL STORY OF THE WEEK
The Barking Lot is a regular weekly feature of This Just In…Written by my lovely wife, Jennifer and me. It opens with the weekend dog walking forecast followed by the main blog from dog lover, Jennifer. Then it’s DOGS IN THE NEWS and our close. Enjoy!
THE WEEKEND DOG-WALKING FORECAST: We grade the weather outlook for taking your pet outdoors.
TODAY: Partly cloudy. High of 45. “C”
SUNDAY: Sunny. High of 53. “B”
Now, here’s my lovely wife, Jennifer, with this week’s main blog.
March is a spectacular month for the Fischer family. And it’s not because Kevin might win a March Madness pool. Naturally we root for Notre Dame and even if they’re eliminated early (or don’t make it to the NCAA tourney at all) we still love our Irish players. But 2/3 of the household don’t really watch basketball.
No, the third month of the year is full of excitement & joy for many other reasons… Kyla’s birthday, Kevin’s birthday, and a whole lot of Irish events. As a proud Cashel Dennehy dancer, Kyla marches in the Milwaukee St. Patrick’s Day parade. She also participates in Schools Day which allows students to travel to four different schools to display their talents and spread the love of Irish dance & culture. And of course there’s the shopping.
HUH? SHOPPING???!!! Uh, yes. Unless you’ve been living under a (sham)rock you’re probably aware of a one-day-only Irish extravaganza. We tune in bright & early, and keep it on all day.
I’ve been the lucky recipient of several sweaters as well as pieces of jewelry. The items that they offer are usually exclusive to QVC. They feature the artisans on air to showcase their crafts and we marvel at the quality and talent displayed.
Despite a beautiful and impressive selection of clothing, jewelry, and home décor items there is one category that is always woefully missing. I don’t understand how such a popular home shopping emporium could miss a golden opportunity for so many potential customers.
I can already imagine the flood of callers talking to a canine lover similar to what David Venable does for QVC culinary items…
“Let’s go to our phone lines and welcome Kari from Milwaukee. Kari, how are you today?”
“I’m fine, how are YOU doing?”
“I’m just great, thanks. So, are you shopping for yourself or someone else today?”
“Well, I’ve bought so many for friends and family that this year I’ve decided to finally treat myself.”
“Great! And what breed did you finally decide on?”
“It was a really difficult decision because they’re all so beautiful. But I finally chose the Soft Coated Wheaton Terrier.”
“Fantastic! I’m sure you’ll get years of enjoyment with the little darling. What a special way to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Best of luck to you and thanks for calling!”
“Thank you so much. I’m so excited to finally become a pet parent!”
Now before any card-carrying PETA member gets their vegan undies in a bundle over my “suggestion” I hope they are at least bright enough to recognize satire.
Seriously though. If you could dial-a-doggie, which one would you choose? Each Irish dog breed has so many remarkable qualities I probably would purchase a two-pack and use the “easy pay” system!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all the Barking Lot readers!
Thanks Jennifer! Nice work!
Jennifer mentioned the NCAA basketball tournament. The entire sports world is buzzing today after Maryland Baltimore County became the first No. 16 seed in 135 tries to defeat a No. 1 seed, knocking off Virginia Friday night, 74-54. They’re calling it the biggest upset in college basketball history.
Maryland Baltimore County’s nickname?
Time now for DOGS IN THE NEWS, canines that made headlines the past week.
Dog survives after being shot twice in abdomen, giving birth.
Three-legged golden retriever shows plight of puppy mill dogs.
Golden Retriever service dog is trained to Snuggle His Owner’s Seizures Away.
Is sleeping in the same bed with your dog a good idea?
Dogs can get a runner’s high, too.
Good stuff here. For the Love of Dogs: Meet the Pet Lovers Who are Crazy for Canines.
Stan Lee’s Dog Goes Missing — and is Rescued by former NFL player Jim Brown.
THAT’S IT FOR DOGS IN THE NEWS.
HERE’S OUR DOG PHOTO(s) OF THE WEEK.
Yogi, a dog with a human-looking face, sends Internet into frenzy.
Oh, and these, from last Saturday’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade in downtown Milwaukee.
There was this dog heading our way.
It was Molly who made a beeline for… me!
Wait. That can’t possibly be an authentic photo. I don’t like dogs, remember.
We close as we always do with our closing video.
It was the dog story of the week.
A family says a United Airline flight attendant demanded their dog be stored in an overhead bin during an approximately three-hour flight.
The airline called the incident a “tragic accident.”
Another dog story. It also involves United Airlines. But the ending is not the same.
Akita dogs, which hail from the snowy mountainous region in the north of Japan, are big, fluffy, and incredibly loyal. Here’s a visit to the home of these lovable pooches in Ōdate city, thanks to Street View.
That’s it for this week.
Thanks for stopping by.
We kindly ask that you please share with other dog lovers you know.
See ya, BARK, next Saturday morning!
Every Friday night we smooth our way into the weekend with music, the universal language. These selections demonstrate that despite what is being passed off as art today, there is plenty of really good music available. Come along and enjoy.
You’re going to see lots of folks wearing green this weekend. Big day for the Irish on Saturday, you know.
But hey, Kev, didn’t you do GREEEEEEEEEN music last week?
Well, that was green, green, green. This week we’re GREEEEEEEEEEN.
To explain, tonight the theme has nothing to do with St. Patrick’s Day but we’ve found some selections that feature the main color of the proud Irish. All good and green stuff so let’s get started!
The above 1947 award-winning film is about two beautiful daughters of a wealthy merchant who fall in love with the same handsome young man. Since he favors the gentle modesty of Marguerite, her not so very nice sister Marianne persuades him to seek his fortune abroad. He settles down doing business in New Zealand with a friend and sends for Marguerite to join him. But he drunkenly addresses his proposal to sensual Marianne. When the wrong sister meets up with her husband-to-be and his partner, a bitter rivalry is provoked between the men for Marianne’s love.
In 1958 trumpeter Miles Davis recorded “On Green Dolphin Street,” a song that was written in 1947 for the film, and it became a jazz standard.
Here’s the Grammy-winning Gordon Goodwin’s Big Phat Band.
“There is a certain satisfaction and energy that comes from playing the horn – a feeling that I am really in the moment.”
Herb Alpert said that back in 2013 as he was about to release a new album, “Steppin’ Out.” A Grammy-award winner, the album features Alpert on trumpet and vocals, and his wife Lani Hall on vocals. There are lots of classics, but original recordings as well written by Alpert and Jeff Lorber. Here’s one of the originals that has a very cool groove.
Alpert has had an amazing career: Five #1 hits, nine GRAMMY Awards, fifteen Gold albums, fourteen Platinum albums and he’s sold over 72 million records.
He will turn 83 on March 31.
This next tune helped America get through WWII. Originally written in Spanish in 1929, it was translated into English two years later and was a big hit for Helen O’Connell, Bob Eberly and the Jimmy Dorsey Orchestra.
A few decades ago swing music was rather trendy. John Williams and the Boston Pops Orchestra took advantage devoting an entire album to the genre. This track was a departure, a lovely arrangement, the type you’d expect from Williams and this ensemble.
“Green Eyes” is one of those really nice old songs that clearly fits into the “They don’t write them like used to” category. So how about we hear the lyrics?
Barry Manilow with the late Rosemary Clooney…
Your green eyes with their soft lights
Your eyes that promise sweet nights
Bring to my soul a longing
A thirst for love divine
In dreams I seem to hold you
To find you and enfold you
Our lips meet and our hearts, too
With a thrill so sublime
Those cool and limpid green eyes
A pool where in my love lies
So deep that in my searching
For happiness, I fear
That they will ever haunt me
All through my life they’ll taunt me
But will they ever want me, green eyes?
Make my dreams come true
And while we’re on the subject of green eyes, this next song was a #3 hit in 1970 for a band out of Denver.
Lead singer Jerry Corbetta said it was about his girlfriend at the time named Kathy.
Originally the group called itself “Chocolate Hair.” However managers were skittish about possible racial overtones. Instead, they went with “Sugarloaf,” the name of a local ski resort.
They chose “Sugarloaf” after a local Colorado ski resort.
Corbetta sings and also provides the organ solo on the long version featured on their album.
Sugarloaf was not a one-hit wonder. In 1975 they scored a top ten hit with “Don’t Call Us, We’ll Call You.”
That’s it for this week.
Have a great weekend.
We close in a frenzy.
Russian composer Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov gave us “The Flight of the Bumble Bee” from The Tale of Tsar Saltan.
In the 1960’s trumpeter Al Hirt played his rendition of the Rimsky-Korsakov composition on the theme from the Green Hornet TV show.
Here’s the Riku Niemi Orchestra featuring Tero Lindberg on trumpet in a performance modeled after the Al Hirt version.
Before we get to this week’s oldie, please, bear with me.
I’m no fan of opera.
One of the best jobs a young guy could have while working his way through college was an usher at the old Performing Arts Center, now known as The Marcus Center for the Performing Arts.
Oh the stories I could tell.
What a great time that was. Fortunately I was exposed to a wide variety of genres, and that included opera.
Purists will bristle but I’m being brutally honest when I concede I simply couldn’t stand the yelling and screaming, and the condescending, arrogant patrons.
Every couple of weeks the ushers went through a scheduling process with an alphabet system. You were given a list of upcoming shows, dates and times and for each show you filled in a letter.
“A” meant you were definitely available and wanted to work.
“B” meant you’d prefer not to work but would work if needed.
“C” meant you were unavailable and couldn’t (or didn’t want to) work.
You were only allowed a minimal number of “C” selections.
I always, always, put a “C” next to the opera performance on the form.
If you think the stereotypical opera singer looks like…
You’d be wrong.
That’s 46-year old Anna Yuryevna Netrebko, a Russian Austrian operatic soprano famous for her lustrous voice, dramatic characterizations, and alluring presence on stage.
When Netrebko soured on hopes of becoming an actress she changed directions, and pursued a career in opera. In 1990 she entered the St. Petersburg State Conservatory (then the Leningrad Conservatory). While a student there she scrubbed floors at St. Petersburg’s famed Mariinsky Theatre . That gave her the opportunity to watch rehearsals of operas and ballets for free.
Listen very carefully to the “Musetta’s Waltz” melody from La Bohème by Puccini, especially the very beginning and the final 50 seconds or so.
Rock and roll had taken over the country in 1959. Even so, a young, husky-voiced Della Reese, borrowing from opera and appealing to teen’s parents, soared to #2 on the singles chart.
Last November Reese died at the age of 86.
The writer is Michael Hiltzik of the LA Times:
Leave daylight saving time alone. You may have needed an extra cup of coffee this Monday morning, but that’s a small price to pay for the next eight months of more sunshine.
Read his entire column here.
Milwaukee County Supervisor Steve Taylor who represents a portion of Franklin on the county board is up for re-election this April.
He faces Patti Logsdon, who ran against Taylor in the last election.
Now some disclaimers:
For years I have been very critical of Steve Taylor’s voting and decorum as a Franklin alderman.
I have been far less critical, almost not at all, about Taylor’s record as a county supervisor. Granted, as I’ve written in the past, it’s relatively easy to vote against that clown car of county supervisors. Even so, it’s tough to argue with Taylor’s votes at the county level.
During Taylor’s last campaign I blogged in support of his opponent, Patti Logsdon. She’s running against Taylor again.
Truth is I don’t live in Taylor’s county supervisor district or his Franklin aldermanic district.
Truth is whomever I “endorse” means nothing.
But being a local blogger and following the local political scene as closely as I do, I may want to blog about this race, and most assuredly will.
Finally, and it must be noted, my many public criticisms of Taylor have been political, not personal as I have blogged in the past.
END OF DISCLAIMERS
Let’s suppose I was not the author of this blog with the above title and I happened to come across it.
Steve Taylor/Patti Logsdon race heating up, and getting nasty
I gotta tell ya. My gut reaction would have been, “Oh my, there goes that Steve Taylor again.”
Except I would have been wrong.
The mudslinger in this case is Logsdon.
While I can’t vote in this election I am following closely. Because this race will be anything but dull.
Milwaukee County Executive Chris Abele has decided to direct a ton of his personal money into Milwaukee County Supervisor elections, including the Taylor-Logsdon faceoff, in favor of Logsdon.
We’re starting to see how the Abele money is being spent.
In an effort to unseat Taylor, Logsdon has gone negative. An online Logsdon campaign ad I saw in the last day or two has the narrator bringing up some of Taylor’s past indiscretions that I won’t get into that occurred many, many years ago.
If the intent was to be personally savage and brutal the ad succeeded.
Throughout my professional career that has been loaded with politics, either reporting, blogging, or talking about it, I have steadfastly held that negative campaigning is appropriate.
That is, if it’s true. And I would add an additional caveat. If it’s relevant.
Keep in mind that there’s an old adage in politics that the candidate who’s behind generally goes negative in an effort to make up the difference. Taylor is the advantaged incumbent. Logsdon is the underdog. Ergo the Logsdon bombs.
We not only have the personal attacks on Taylor in the ad, there’s also this on Logsdon’s campaign website, mentioned after Logsdon lists her endorsements:
17 additional elected officials, public servants, and other well-known members of the community remain unnamed, at their request, because they allege the incumbent candidate, Supervisor and Alderman Steve Taylor, has directly threatened their businesses and reputations. These unnamed supporters have shared in confidence that they also cannot put up signs or donate to the campaign because it would draw the attention of Supervisor Taylor, whom they fear. Instead, they will be privately encouraging others to vote for Patti Logsdon.
If true that’s significant. But even so, the entire anonymity raises questions. I’ve been in politics a long time and know there’s plenty of behind the scenes deals, shenanigans, backstabbing and the like to foil the process. Logsdon is making serious accusations that would carry quite the punch, if they weren’t all so anonymous. They can’t come out because of fear? Fear of what? Taylor will counter with a press release? These people have recourse, if they are authentic.
To repeat, I don’t have a horse in this race. But I’m fascinated, and have a keen interest. Here’s my humble advice for each candidate:
Advice for Logsdon
I don’t know who’s advising her, but I would dump them, immediately. I thought Logsdon was better than this. That bomb throwing just won’t work.
Here’s a true life analogy.
Back in 2009 then-Milwaukee Police Chief Ed Flynn, 61 years old at the time, admitted he had an affair with a 39-yeasr old reporter. The item was a topic of discussion on the weekly Milwaukee Public Television Program “InterCHANGE” where I was a regular panelist.
Not a Flynn fan I still made my view very clear. What happened was between Flynn and his wife. It was up to Mayor Barrett and the Fire and Police Commission who hired Flynn to determine if this affair interfered with Flynn’s duties and responsibilities as chief. If not, case closed. End of discussion.
I’m no political fan of Steve Taylor. How in the world can his behavior of time spent years away from Milwaukee County be used as judgment in a 2018 campaign against him?
Patti, your attempt to go flaming negative is not very bright.
Not that Taylor ever cheated on his wife, but you can see people don’t care if President Trump had some fun with an attractive, well-endowed young blonde.
Also, Patti, your positive stuff about yourself publicized so far is all the typical fare with all sorts of glittering generalities.
You’re going to save Milwaukee County. OK, But how? I’ve read carefully. How the hell are you going to do it?
Explain with specifics.
And dump the over the top negative junk. Hasn’t helped others in the past. It will backfire on you. Unless you have some internal polling data that shows you helplessly behind. So what. Go classy.
Advice for Taylor
Let’s be real honest here.
I listened to the tape of a recent Franklin Common Council meeting when a Franklin resident directed his comments to “Aldervisor” Steve Taylor who immediately erupted at the designation. Taylor considered it insulting and would not respond to any comment or question from the citizen.
We know, I know I do, that Taylor has a short fuse. Taylor has ripped me in public.
He is not statesmanlike. Has trouble listening to opposing views. Rubs people the wrong way.
My advice to Taylor.
Look, if I were you, I would love to lash out at the Logsdon negativity. God knows I’ve been lied about repeatedly on the Internet.
But throw people a curveball.
Take the high road.
Don’t get into a back and forth with any previous history tossed your way.
Focus on the positives you have done and unlike Logsdon so far… be specific. Ballpark Commons is already a major talking point for you.
You just might be being baited. Don’t take the bait.
As for voters, consider yourself warned. This is what lies ahead.
Finally, can’t wait for the first ignoramus comment that I’m shilling for Taylor. LOL.