The last three or four days, I’ve been in Milwaukee with Linette and Clementine. We’d gone there to meet up with some old friends from Minneapolis and their daughter. None of us had ever been to Milwaukee before, but, as it was a town with a good reputation for beer and fried fish, and as it was exactly half way between our two homes, we thought that we’d give it a shot.
We just got back a few minutes ago.
There’s a lot that I want to share, but I’m tired. So, for now, you’ll have to settle for the following three photos. The first shows part of a Haitian painting that I really liked in the Milwaukee Art Museum, which is itself absolutely stunning. The second shows the plaques marking the spot where, in 1912, the totally badass Theodore Roosevelt got shot in the chest. (He went ahead and delivered the speech he’d come to give before seeking medical attention.) The third shows our daughters being arrested by the Milwaukee police.
We had a great time.
Thanks, Milwaukee.
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The kids got busted for trying to give their dads hard lemonade.
Bullets didn’t work on Teddy. Either did electrocution. And there wasn’t a noose that could hold him. Only Haitian voodoo.
And it looks like the little devils were arested in Europe. My guess is Parague.
Despite my pledge, and that of egpenet’s, to boycott your blog for not posting anything the past four days, welcome back Mark. Next time tell us you’ll be out of town, so we won’t worry about your allergies.
Huh. Severed mythical heads dangling from branches. I can’t figure what drew Mark to that one.
Apparently the willingness to assume the position and surrender easily when confronted is heredity, after all.
Cole,
It’s not necessarily hereditary (heredity?). Anyone who’s seen Mark with Clementine in the park doing early morning “I surrender” drills knows this was a part of her education from day one.
They also have one where an Elmo puppet approaches her and she lays on the ground screaming “uncle!”
Lest we forget.
Four ringie dingies …. ha, ha, ha!
You’ve got to teach your kids to never surrender. I show my daughters the last scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid repeatedly. It plays on a loop against the smooth southern wall of their training cave.
Every young son should watch the last five minutes of Five Easy Pieces.
Every young daughter should watch the last five minutes of Thelma & Louise.
Kids don’t learn by training, or by example. Those are myths being pushed by media and active people.
The only way to really get through to your kids is to send them regular memos.