Three weeks from Monday …
Theoretically, anyway, baseball will be played at Detroit’s Comerica Park.
According to a piece in Crain’s Detroit Business this week, the Tigers will soon start trucking snow out of Comerica to prepare the way for 103,000 square feet of Kentucky bluegrass sod.
You may recall that the grass was removed in November for a temporary ice rink during he Winter Festival.
To read the whole story, click on the above photo, which was taken by Nathan Skid of Crain’s.
Not my day
So, I had just pulled off the freeway, and merged onto a two-lane highway, northbound. Just as I glanced at my speedometer and noticed my cruising speed was a little on the high side, I caught the attention of a southbound sheriff’s cruiser and knew - knew - that I was busted.
Sure enough, the deputy executed a U-turn, turned on his lights and escorted me to the shoulder of the road.
He wrote me a ticket - my first, I hasten to point out, in at least 25 years - for going 59 in a 55, which, he said, was a bit of a break.
OK. So I would pay the piper 90 bucks. My bad, as the kids say.
But then, after the deputy and I said our goodbyes, I tried to pull away and soon discovered that my vehicle was stuck in the ice and snow on the shoulder.
The deputy, to his credit, didn’t abandon me. He stood there, offering instructions: “Straighten your wheel … go backward,” etc. but our efforts only got me in deeper.
"I guess it’s not your day," the deputy said, and I was tempted to remind him that if he hadn’t pulled me over … , but then he might have reminded me that if I hadn’t been speeding …
Eventually a kindly volunteer firefighter with a pick-up and a tow strap came along and pulled me out.
The moral of the story? Well, you know.
Climbing … on Lake Huron
As if I hadn’t already seen enough ice this winter …
I read the news stories about the Great Lakes freezing over. I saw the photos and videos. I was intrigued.
Then, the man who makes his permanent home next-door to my cottage on northern Lake Huron told me that a person with snowshoes and a good pair of long johns could step off the shore and walk for a mile toward the rising sun - or at least until he ran into the hills.
Hills? On the lake? Our lake? I had to see it for myself.
Click on the above photo to read my Michigander column.
Lord Huron riding the wave
So, when does a band go from big to really big? How can you tell, and what does it mean?
If you asked my son these questions, I’m pretty sure he’d tell you that his threshold for success is being able to earn a decent living through his music, which, in my opinion, is an excellent answer.
Here’s an interesting perspective posted on a San Francisco blog called 7x7SF:
"Noise Pop 2014 is over. Long live Noise Pop.
'The dizzying, thrilling, sprawling Bay Area cultural institution is impossible to comprehensively summarize, but here’s what we learned from this year’s seven-day celebration of music, art and film;
"Lord Huron is huger than huge.
"Won’t lie, I was surprised to learn this show sold out so quickly in early December. But now I get it. Lord Huron is on the verge of a tipping point. The band had zero problem filling up the Fillmore’s sizable halls with a deceptively expansive melange of string instrumentation and vocal harmonies, much in the same way Band of Horses or Local Natives can decorate huge spaces with lush, layered audial tapestries. Just when you’re ready to stick to straightforward hee-haw rock comparisons (in part based on lead singer Benji Schneider’s Tom Sawyer likeness), they go all Paul Simon on an audience, with Afrobeat-y steel drum accouterments and epic guitar solo breakdowns."
The above photo was taken by LH fan Chris Penn, and posted on LH’s Facebook page.
The news from Wash World
I was smack in he middle of the scary Wash World chamber Monday when the whole shebang came to a screeching halt.
The conveyor, the sprayers, the slimy tentacles, the jet-engine dragon’s breath … All of it just came to a clanging halt.
A robotic rebellion? Apparently not. A brave Wash World human (you can see him at the center of the above photo) charged in the chamber and, after a few minutes, wrestled the machinery back into action.
Whew! Close call.