Odd Fellow resident,
Doorman Brian
When we've referred to our residence and office site as the Odd Fellows Hall, -also known as '~THE PUTNEY~' -
along with referring to the actual ghosts who reside up here on the 3rd floor (top floor, top drawer) where the long-deceased members of the Odd Fellows lodge used to cavort, WE ALLUDE ADDITIONALLY to the odder present day co-inhabitants.
Shown here, the real, present-day Brian hangs out in front of the building per custom, sometimes without a shirt.
But because we've put the reputation of ODD FELLOWS on where we are, everything is copasetic.
Earlier,
we Odd Fellows residents had a different doorman,
also named Brian as it happened,
a Russian who wore a uniform.
We have thought of asking Berg Management (the Huelsmans) to outfit
present day Brian with a similar uniform
if only to keep him from catching pneumonia..
and
..................
INTERSECTION OF OTHER PERSONAGES
AT THE ODD FELLOWS
last weekend:
We celebrated the happenstance coming together of our immediate family:
Son Lee, daughter Erin and friend Ben were in Waukesha for two separate weddings. Lee flew in from NYC, and Erin and Ben drove down from Appleton. Lee's college friend's wedding was in Sussex. Erin's HS friend's was in Waukesha, with the reception at The Rotunda one block from the Odd Fellows.
Erin
life-long plague-ee
until lately of odd manifestations
into who's midst
she's been thrust......
Lee
juggles heavy moose femur......
Lee bids adieu to Mother Denise at Mitchell Airport, Milw.
to return to Harlem where he will be a charter school kindergarten teacher.
Up at 5 AM Monday
Lee showers in bath above.
Unit 311 Odd Fellows prepares to fall silenter.
.................
Oh really?
A small article in the Waukesha Freeman last week told of proof of the existence of sewer raccoons.
...........................
In Paul Ryan, The Right at Last Has Their Man
By Bill Moyers, Reader Supported News14 August 12
ver since Barry Goldwater lost his bid for the presidency in 1964, the conservative movement has been looking for
a choice, not an echo (Goldwater's mantra). Reagan came close, but compromised too often on taxes and back-slapped with Democratic Speaker Tip O'Neill too often to give them total satisfaction. George W. was almost the putty-in-their-hands they'd craved, but the vast corruption he tolerated left a record they couldn't boast of, and his wild deficit spending (including two wars they allowed him to put on the credit card and the budget-busting Medicare prescription bill) frustrated their aim of reducing the government until it could be
drowned in the bathtub.
Mitt Romney hasn't won their hearts either. He has shed so many of his previous positions in order to appease the Tea Party that he sounds as if he is reciting by rote Conscience of a Conservative - Goldwater's declaration of principles - and just might forget it all the morning after his inauguration.
This was never Romney's party, and without Karl Rove's shadowy money behind him, he would not have survived the primaries. So shape-shifting a figure was unlikely ever to inspire the front line troops in an election the Right sees as a showdown with the Anti-Christ at Armageddon. In this campaign, Romney is now the "the man who isn't there" - the dispensable one.
But in Paul Ryan, the Golden Boy from Janesville who schooled himself in the ideology of right-wing think tanks inside the Beltway, they finally have one of their own - a true believer for the new Gilded Age.
The country, too, now has a choice, not an echo. And that should add up to a definitive election in November.
14 August 12
ver since Barry Goldwater lost his bid for the presidency in 1964, the conservative movement has been looking for
a choice, not an echo (Goldwater's mantra). Reagan came close, but compromised too often on taxes and back-slapped with Democratic Speaker Tip O'Neill too often to give them total satisfaction. George W. was almost the putty-in-their-hands they'd craved, but the vast corruption he tolerated left a record they couldn't boast of, and his wild deficit spending (including two wars they allowed him to put on the credit card and the budget-busting Medicare prescription bill) frustrated their aim of reducing the government until it could be
drowned in the bathtub.
Mitt Romney hasn't won their hearts either. He has shed so many of his previous positions in order to appease the Tea Party that he sounds as if he is reciting by rote Conscience of a Conservative - Goldwater's declaration of principles - and just might forget it all the morning after his inauguration.
This was never Romney's party, and without Karl Rove's shadowy money behind him, he would not have survived the primaries. So shape-shifting a figure was unlikely ever to inspire the front line troops in an election the Right sees as a showdown with the Anti-Christ at Armageddon. In this campaign, Romney is now the "the man who isn't there" - the dispensable one.
But in Paul Ryan, the Golden Boy from Janesville who schooled himself in the ideology of right-wing think tanks inside the Beltway, they finally have one of their own - a true believer for the new Gilded Age.
The country, too, now has a choice, not an echo. And that should add up to a definitive election in November.
