Big Death… How the funeral industry is killing us

bigdeathAs it’s been a while since we’ve discussed America’s rapidly consolidating and progressively evil funeral industry, I thought that I’d share this comment, which was left a few days ago on Reddit, in a thread about industry secrets, by an unnamed individual claiming to be a funeral director. [I’ve added several links, but otherwise the following is unedited.]

…I’m a funeral director. Our entire industry is basically a pyramid scheme. It blows my mind how blindly people accept that certain things “have to” be done to the body of their loved one. Think about that for a second: this is the last tangible remnant of someone you loved and you are now going to pay stranger thousands (oftentimes HUNDERDS of thousands) of dollars to (warning: graphic from here on out) systematically mutilate that body.

There is nothing dignified about having one’s mouth wired shut, eyelids forced closed by spiked plastic contact lenses, and ramming a trocar into the abdomen to puncture organs so that they can be suctioned out. After the embalming fluid is introduced, the anus and vagina are stuffed with cotton and other absorbent materials to prevent what we refer to as “purge.” This charming phenomenon can occur any time after death – yes, before or after embalming, at any stage of decomposition – when the fluid created by tissues breaking down is leaked through any nearby orifice, oftentimes the nether regions.

The process creates an enormous environmental problem; using toxic chemicals which are flushed into our sewers along with those pureed livers, hearts, spleens, pancreas’ which then also flow into our sewers. Oh, what’s that? I told you embalming is a legal requirement for public sanitation? That’s utter bullshit. If anything, it creates a sanitation problem if the cemetery you use is anywhere near a municipal water line, which most “commercial” cemeteries are.

In fact, in most states, the law only requires embalming if you are transporting a body across state lines or are not planning to inter for more than 72 hours and/or having a public viewing. It has not a single thing to do with public health. It’s a cash cow, plain and simple. It is barbaric, costly, and does not keep the body from deteriorating. But we’ll tell you just about anything you need to hear to get you to agree to it.

What I’m doing here is incredibly illegal and I know it, but on the slim-to-none-chance that you’re a sharp-minded consumer in the midst of your grief and call my state’s licensing board about it, all I have to do simply tell them you were mistaken. I’ve seen funeral directors force-feed families absolute horseshit – saying anything – to get them to sign a contract. Here’s a hint: don’t sign any pre-printed “form” contracts. Most of the contracts we use are super vague, so we can charge you for just about anything and justify it by pointing to your signature on the dotted line. It is in your best interest to only agree to specific itemized charges – i.e., have the hearse but no limousines. Or have hair/makeup done without any embalming. The law is very specific and on your side, but we count on your ignorance and vulnerability.

Even better, find a trusted friend or family member who is more emotionally stable right now and appoint them as your lawyer/detective. You know that bitchy sister-in-law everyone has who makes major holidays a nightmare? I can spot her a mile away and will do everything I can to keep her out of financial discussions – because I know she will take that obnoxious nagging and throw it at me for every single penny I’m trying to get out of your family. See my co-workers standing around looking somber and respectful? They’re not there to just have a presence of authority, they are studying you. They are watching the family dynamic and will report back to me with any potential angles I can play to manipulate your emotions, which family members are taking it the hardest and will therefore be the easiest prey, and their estimation of your financial well-being. If, by the way, you appear to be less affluent, I’ll tell you to take your business elsewhere. This is not a hospital and I don’t provide a service – this is a business. If you aren’t paying me (in full and up front, generally), all you’re getting is my sympathy.

Do yourself a favor and read the FTC Funeral Rule. It’s very clear and concise in stating what you as the consumer are required to do and what rights you have. Did you know the casket I’m selling you for $5000 is really just a nicely decorated plywood box? If you were smarter, you’d know you don’t have to buy that from me. In fact, the law requires me to allow you to “BYOB.” Costco and Wal-Mart sell very reasonably priced nice caskets on their websites. If you happen to be armed with that tidbit of information, I’ll try to make it a practical issue: it will be easier to use the caskets we already have here. Another line of crap. All of the caskets at the funeral home are demo models (and are actually nice napping spots on slow days). Anything you buy will be delivered to the funeral home via freight the next day, just like the Wal-Mart caskets.

Another well-worn sales tactic is to try to shame you into going along with the exorbitant cost, implying you didn’t really love grandma enough if you spend less than five figures with me. You should know, by the way, that everything you buy from me – a guestbook, prayer cards, even the damn obituary notices – is marked up at least 200%. See the picture I’m painting here, kids? Smoke and mirrors. It hasn’t always been like this, but with the corporatization of the death care industry, the almighty dollar is the only consideration anymore.

Whew, this is getting to be a novel. Sorry, hang with me just a bit longer – we are getting to the major issue here.

Right now – literally right now, August 16, 2013 – the FTC is reviewing a merger between the two largest funeral service corporations in the United States: Stewart and SCI. Stewart has 500-ish locations while SCI has 2000+. This will create a mega-Decepticon-conglomerate that will control at least 40% of all funeral service business transactions in this country – and that, my friends, is what antitrust regulations refer to as a monopoly. We are racing full speed ahead to the genesis of the McFuneralHome and nobody is doing anything about it. The reason? Misdirection. There’s no Stewart Funeral Home or SCI Mortuary in your hometown. They’re operating under the same names they always have, letting you believe that the good people of Bubba & Sons Memorial Chapels would never steer you wrong. Bubba’s been around for 50 years! Bubba’s handled your family’s funerals for generations! Let me tell you something: Bubba cashed out years ago and is pretty much a figurehead at this point. Check his website carefully: at the bottom, you’ll probably see a copyright for either “Dignity Memorials” (SCI) or “STEI” (Stewart).

Every single thing you’ve read in this thread about cutting corners, shoddy work, under-trained and under-paid employees, outsourcing certain processes, covering up mistakesALL OF IT HAPPENS IN THE FUNERAL INDUSTRY. Now, most of us are decent human beings and aren’t interested in getting freaky with dear old granny, but in terms of services performed and their actual value, you trust us WAY, WAY TOO MUCH.

You know how shitty the cell phone service provider market is right now and how worked up everyone gets about that? The funeral industry is worse. And we should all be raising hell, because EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US is going to have to conduct business with the deathcare industry eventually — be an informed consumer and know who you’re really giving your money to.

I know I’ve hyperlinked the shit out of this, but please read the last one from the Funeral Consumers Alliance on how horrifyingly out of control this situation has gotten:

“It’s alarming to think that a company with a long track record of abusing consumers at the worst times of their lives might get even bigger,” said Josh Slocum, FCA’s executive director. “For at least 15 years grieving families around the country have complained to us about the practices at SCI funeral homes and cemeteries. From lying about options in order to boost the funeral bill, to digging up graves to re-sell them to another unsuspecting family, to denying the legal rights of LGBT people to make funeral arrangements for their partners. You name it, we’ve heard it.”

Funeral Consumers Alliance reminds the Federal Trade Commission that funeral purchases are unlike any other in their potential to harm the customer. Families buying funeral and cemetery services are incredibly vulnerable and have been subject to deceitful and egregious conduct.

“This is not a run of the mill merger; this isn’t about whether a $20 retail product will cost consumers $5 more,” Slocum said. “We’re talking real money here. Funeral consumers often make great economic sacrifices to bury their loved ones. The average full-service funeral runs in excess of $7,000 and often for much more at SCI’s Dignity locations. Especially when it has faced less competition, SCI has increased prices and we can expect more of the same if this merger occurs. Given the lack of knowledge about funeral options and the stress of grief, we can’t just say a ‘rational consumer’ will vote with their dollars and choose another funeral home. That’s not how the unique funeral transaction works, and that reality is why the FTC specifically regulates funeral homes.”

[Erika Nelson, if you’re reading this, I’d love to know your thoughts.]

update: Erika Nelson, who I referenced above, just offered up a series of comments in response to this post, and I thought that I’d move them up here, to the front page. Erika, for those of you who don’t know her, is a former Ypsilantian, who, at one point in her life, taught mortuary science and had visions of starting a green funeral business in Michigan. Here’s what she had to say.

I read it and aside from a few details that were a little over the top, this person pretty much hits the nail on the head. For example, in Ann Arbor, Muehlig Funeral Home is not the historic business it appears. It is a “Dignity Memorial” (Service Corporation International) funeral home, which is based out of Dallas, TX. I always recommended Generations Funeral Service, which is a “simple service provider” meaning that they do a lot of cremation and direct burial without viewings. Just for a cost comparison, when I checked prices a couple years ago, Muehlig’s direct cremation was $3000 and Generations was $700. Same exact services provided (no use of the hearses, rental of the viewing rooms or anything else like that – just literally disposition of the body and cremation & paperwork costs).

The owner of Generations is a reasonable guy and he allowed me to use his facility license when I did some historically traditional home funerals (no embalming, laid out at home by family with my assistance) in the Ann Arbor / Metro Detroit area. The funeral homes in Ypsi are locally owned (Janowiak & Stark, plus a couple other smaller ones that serve mainly only African American clients).

I am friends with Josh Slocum and some other folks at Funeral Consumers Alliance. They get it. I purposely distanced myself from the industry a few years ago out of utter frustration and depression. I can tell you in no uncertain terms that no one that I love will ever be embalmed (it is an invasive procedure and unnecessary for the types of services that I would want for my loved ones, especially when refrigeration is a perfectly reasonable alternative).

All I can say is that it is fortunate that most of will only have to deal with this industry a few times in our lifetimes, and we can choose to avoid most of it by choosing simple services. I’d be happy to try to answer any more specific questions that you or anyone else has…

(There is an) excellent film on the subject (of natural burials), and it’s available on Netflix. (It’s called A Family Undertaking.)

There is a cemetery in Waterford called All Saints that offers “green burial”, although it is basically just a small section of a conventional Catholic cemetery, so it isn’t the most ideal setting. There are cemeteries that will allow burial without a vault (outer burial container that the casket goes into) and simple wood or cardboard caskets are available. If you skip embalming and metal/plastics/concretes in the burial containers, that’s basically a green burial. And there is always cremation as an option (not as green because of the energy needed, but not terrible either). Hint: “cremation societies” are just side businesses of funeral homes, since cremation must be overseen by a funeral director working at a funeral home, so you might actually pay more to a “society” than you would to a simple service funeral home.

If natural burial or services without embalming are desired, it is always best to start forming a relationship with a local funeral director and getting your wishes in writing with them – but don’t pre-pay for services, unless you must for securing medicaid by locking money up in the contract to remove it from asset counts.

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“Let them eat tits”

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[above: Nursing Moms Tent at Ypsi’s 2013 Heritage Fest]

I know my friends who worked their asses off in order to make last weekend’s Heritage Festival the incredible success that it was are likely to take what I’m about to say personally, and I apologize in advance if that’s the case. I don’t mean it as a criticism… As a huge advocate for public breastfeeding, though, I just didn’t want to let this go without at least a passing mention.

First off, I think it’s awesome that the folks behind this event set aside a space for modest moms to breastfeed their kids in private. That’s a good thing.

With that said, though, women should be able to breastfeed openly, wherever they like, whenever they like… Actually, they shouldn’t just be able to. They should be encouraged to.

And maybe I’m just a little overly sensitive on this issue, as I’m a huge proponent of breastfeeding, but, when I saw this “Nursing Mothers Tent,” I cringed. And I’m wondering if others had the same impulse.

Was I reading too much into it, or, like me, did you get the sense that nursing mothers were being told to hide their breasts away behind closed doors, or, in this case, tent flaps?

Assuming that the folks behind the event aren’t against boobs, and the feeding of children, I think this could be remedied pretty easily next year with a sign that says, “Here’s a private space for your children to suckle, if you want to make use of it. Breastfeeding is awesome, though, and, if you want, you can do it wherever you like.”

While I know this is a political issue for some, for me it’s namely about public health. The value of breastfeeding is undeniable. And, in my opinion, we should be doing everything in our power to remove the stigma associated with the act, in hopes of encouraging more new mothers to forgo the free formula samples handed out at the hospital, and give their breasts a chance.

And, to those of you who feel as though I’m judging you for not having breastfed your kids, I’m not. I’m pretty sure that I was bottle fed for the most part, and I turned out alright. So I’m not saying that, if you bottle-feed your kids they’re going to turn out stupid and sick. I will say, however, that the evidence seems to indicate that breastfeeding has innumerable longterm benefits for both mothers and their children. And, I know this is probably obvious to most of you, but the stuff is both free and abundant. So why give your hard-earned money to Nestlé when you have it within your power to make your own milk that’s exponentially better?

It’s also worth noting, for those of you who have never actually seen a woman breastfeed, that it’s really not even remotely erotic. It’s not like the nursing mother takes her shirt completely off and struts around, nipples bouncing everywhere, for all to see. If you’re lucky, you might see a split second of areola peaking out from behind a snot-covered cardigan, but that’s about it. Seriously, inch for inch, you’ll get less boob from a nursing mom than from almost any other woman between the ages of 18 and 35. So it’s not like society will collapse if public breastfeeding takes off in a big way. Your life will probably be about the same that it is now, except you might hear a little more slurping. And I don’t know if it’s true for everyone, but I suspect, if you’re a straight male, you might even start fetishizing breasts a little less.

Lastly, for those of you who still aren’t convinced, I thought that I’d leave you with a few good breastfeeding quotes.

“When we trust the makers of baby formula more than we do our own ability to nourish our babies, we lose a chance to claim an aspect of our power as women. Thinking that baby formula is as good as breast milk is believing that thirty years of technology is superior to three million years of nature’s evolution. Countless women have regained trust in their bodies through nursing their children, even if they weren’t sure at first that they could do it. It is an act of female power, and I think of it as feminism in its purest form.” -Christine Northrup

If a multinational company developed a product that was a nutritionally balanced and delicious food, a wonder drug that both prevented and treated disease, cost almost nothing to produce and could be delivered in quantities controlled by the consumers’ needs, the very announcement of their find would send their shares rocketing to the top of the stock market. The scientists who developed the product would win prizes and the wealth and influence of everyone involved would increase dramatically. Women have been producing such a miraculous substance, breastmilk, since the beginning of human existence.” -Gabrielle Palmer

So, with all due respect to the bottle-feeders among us, maybe next year, they can take a turn in the tent.

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Julia Collins, the owner of Ypsi Studio, on growing up in Ypsi, taking risks, and being successful when people thought you’d fail

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Almost ten years ago now, local entrepreneur Julia Collins decided to disregard the advice of many and open a small fitness studio in Downtown Ypsilanti, right next door to our local strip club. Well, it turns out that she was right. Her business, Ypsi Studio, has continued to grow since its initial launch, and, right now, Julia is considering another significant expansion. Following is my recent interview with her. I hope you find it as interesting as I did.

MARK: Let’s start by talking a little about what brought you to Ypsi in the first place… Where were you living prior to coming here, and, when you came here, did you have any sense that you’d put down roots and stay?

JULIA: My dad had just passed the bar in 1962, upon graduation from the Cleveland School of Law. He and my mother packed their three kids up, moved to Ypsi, and he found a job on the line at Ford. I was a few months old. Then, my mom moved us to the UP (where they were originally from) when they divorced. I lived there eight years. And, when I graduated from high school in 1980, I came racing back to Ypsi to attend EMU. I don’t know that I planned not to leave, but the relationships I formed 30 years ago had survived, and I stayed. I raised my kids here, and I fucking love this town.

MARK: Your dad got a law degree and then started working the line at Ford… There has to be a story there, right?

JULIA: HA! Yes… and, man, my dad could tell it so much better than I can. From what I can gather, after law school, they were young, had three small kids, and were poor as church mice. In an effort to both provide for his family and get to know people in town, he worked on the line. Very early on he met a young, politically active guy who encouraged him to run for Justice of the Peace in order to get name recognition. And it worked. He beat another Irish American lawyer and opened a small practice not too long after that.

MARK: Is your dad still around, and in Ypsi? And I’m curious as to what kind of law he practiced…

JULIA: He certainly is. I’ve heard him say about his practice… “Personal injury paid the bills, but criminal defense was what I liked doing.” He was the Ypsilanti Township District Court Judge from 1984 – 2008. He’s retired but does some subbing and mediation to keep himself busy. He wasn’t really ready to retire… Being busy suits him.

MARK: So, let’s see if I have the timeline right… You were born in Cleveland in ’62, moved to Ypsi pretty much immediately, stayed in Ypsi for ten years, spent eight years in the UP, and then came back to Ypsi at 18, in 1980… Is that right?

JULIA: You got it.

MARK: Would I be right to assume, given that your dad continued to live here after his divorce, that you still spent time in Ypsi, even when you lived in the UP?

JULIA: Yes, every Summer we were in the Ypsilanti/Ann Arbor area.

MARK: I hear stories about Ypsi being rough in the ’70s. What was your impression as a kid?

JULIA: Well, you know, I have a child’s perspective, so it seemed pretty sweet… The Tigers won the World Series in ’68, and Motown is the music of my childhood… But, in hindsight, there were riots just 20 minutes away. And Arborland opened, virtually killing downtown businesses. And, a serial killer, who, coincidentally, shares the same name as my father, was abducting and murdering coeds. So, yeah, not so rosy.

MARK: Damn, that’s got to kill your business when you’ve got the same name as the local serial killerJohn Norman Collins. How’d your dad handle it? Did he start emphasizing his middle name? Assuming, of course, that his middle name wasn’t Norman?

JULIA: I’m sure that my father would have colorful and embellished stories about that time… but, you know, he was very well-known, about 15 years older, and darker than JNC. And, dad’s middle name is Berchman.

MARK: Back to the Ypsilanti of the 1970’s, is there any truth to the rumor that Depot Town was run by rival motorcycle gangs before the Frenches took it over and made it safe for burger eaters and antique shoppers?

JULIA: You know, I was too young to know a lot about the Depot Town of the 70’s. When I worked at The Alibi in the early 80’s, Bill and Sandee were young, and their kids were little. It’s true we didn’t have a student clientele. For the most part, bikers and blue collar workers came in to shoot pool. It was mostly a “shot and a beer” bar with about five menu items that were served in baskets. I also know that my parents were concerned when I started working there. That’s putting it mildly. It was a blast, though. I have very close friendships from that time. But, when we revisit that time now, yeah, it was pretty wild. As Bill began the growth of Aubree’s, which is what The Alibi had evolved into, the employees were excited. We definitely watched Depot Town become a cool place.

MARK: Did you graduate from EMU? If so, what’s your degree in? And what did you do for work upon graduation?

JULIA: I didn’t graduate from EMU. I was traipsing through at a glacial pace, majoring in psych. I’m a distracted, reluctant student, unless the subject really blows my skirt up. I was a young dummy without the confidence to get a kinesiology degree. The summer after my first year in school, I worked at the Sheriff’s Department. It’s the job after that, though, where I formed the most significant relationships – with my employers, co-workers and future husband. That was The Alibi. The longest lasting relationships I have came from working there. I later got a paralegal degree from Concordia, and worked for many years in law offices.

MARK: And you went right from law to entrepreneurship? What made you decide to take the plunge, or was it a gradual process… doing personal training on the side for a while, as you continued to work as a paralegal?

JULIA: Kinda sounds crazy when you put it that way, but, yes. I’d been working on getting my personal training certification during my last job – which was a terrible fit for me. It was my way of slowly digging at the wall of my prison cell with a spoon… I got laid-off due to “lack of work,” and saw it as my opportunity to get going in a different direction. I was fortunate to have a very supportive husband, and got started with an internship at EMU that resulted in me getting my indoor cycling certification. It’s there that I met the creator of willPower & grace®, Stacey Lei Krauss, and she showed me that being a fitness instructor could be a legitimate career. Each little experience laid the foundation for the next bigger one. I couldn’t be happier with the way things turned out.

MARK: So, how are things going at Ypsi Studio?

JULIA: Wow… Well, of course, the business owner always thinks things could be better, but, by so many measures, things are fantastic right now. My team of instructors is just top-notch. (I have subs that would be the best at some clubs.) My desk staff is tight and consistent. We’ve recently made some changes to the schedule that people like. And we’ve just added some electronic conveniences for our members that make check-in easier. So, yeah, we’re getting rave reviews right now, and our member satisfaction is at an all time high. And members that have accomplished “firsts” are all over the place right now: 5ks, 1/2 marathons, marathons, triathlons, century bike rides – it’s crazy and wonderful!

This summer is undoubtedly the best summer we’ve had in my eight years in this business. And our members are largely responsible for that. Most changes that occur here are because of them. The relatively small size allows me to ask how I can improve the quality of their experience, and they tell me. And, most importantly, I hear their ideas and make them happen…. within reason of course.

I’m going to let you in on a poorly kept secret… I’ve been working on a business plan to expand into the space next to mine. While we love small, intimate classes, where everyone feels comfortable and safe, we also realize that some workshops and classes really need more space. And our super popular willPower & grace® and yoga classes are bursting at the seams. Moving into the space next door would also allow us to offer classes in things like ballroom dancing and Tai-chi. This expansion may even involve a sauna. We’ve had a great deal of enthusiasm for the project from employees, members and even some outside investors who like the idea of having the business grow. I’m feeling pretty psyched about the whole thing right now.

MARK: Would it alright for me to ask just how much this expansion might cost, and what options you might have, in case the outside investors that you’ve already talked with don’t work out? I’m just really interested in how non-tech companies capitalize their growth… I mean, do you think that you could secure a bank loan? Have you tried? And, more broadly, do you think there may be a need for an organization like the Port Townsend LION (Local Investing Opportunities Network) group… which I’ve written about on my site in the past… that acts as an intermediary between local entrepreneurs and community members with money to invest? Also, while we’re on the subject of fundraising, I’m curious to know your thoughts about newly evolving online tools, like Kickstarter.

JULIA: As open as I’ve been, I’d prefer not to discuss the specifics when it comes to fundraising. I’m uncomfortable being so public about that part of the business at this point. It will, however, be rolled out with the plan… in full detail… I promise! As for bank loans, I’m confident that I can secure one, and I feel positive about the response from our initial investors, who are enthusiastic about this opportunity. I must have missed your post on the LION group. I’ll check it out. As for Kickstarter, it’s not a good fit for what we’re thinking of doing, but we’re looking into other platforms that might be.

MARK: You mentioned before that you “fucking love this town.” Why? What is it that you love about it?

JULIA: There are so many reasons – as I’ve said, some of the richest, most sustaining relationships I have are with people from this town. I’ve been here so long and probably surprised people by becoming a business owner/booster for Ypsilanti. And yet, I’ve never had someone come up and say “WHAT!?! YOU own a fitness studio? Didn’t you used to do shots and smoke cigarettes with me at The Spaghetti Bender?” To the contrary, I get “Wow, that’s very cool! What a great addition to the downtown – keep up the good work.” And my kids have had teachers, principals, and coaches that I’ll run into on the street that, without fail, will ask after them (neither being valedictorians) and remember them fondly. It’s like a really small town with no judgment. I also love the way businesses evolve with support from the community. It really warms my heart. And by the way, I love my house and neighborhood, so that really helps. Shout out to HESNA!

MARK: When you first decided to open an exercise studio in downtown Ypsilanti, did anyone try to talk you out of it? If so, what were their arguments?

JULIA: Yes! My first location was between Deja Vu and Pub 13, and the reaction was more. “HA! Good luck with that, you’re not going to get anyone from Ann Arbor/Saline/Canton to come.” That got old real quick. ]\\\’The assumption that anyone from out-of-town is afraid of Ypsi… Anyway, they were wrong. Did we have people that were uncomfortable walking past the bus station? Yes! Did some of the never come back? Sure. But, you know, I simply did the best I could to make people feel safe, and make it worth the trip. That’s all we could do. We had good instructors, a charming space, people were comfortable there, and we quickly outgrew it.

MARK: How has your perception of Ypsilanti changed, now that you’re a business owner?

JULIA: Hmmm… There have been some eye-openers for sure. I’ve been disappointed sometimes by the tendency of some folks in Ypsilanti, even business owners, to lower the bar. You’ll hear things like, “That (fill-in-the-blank-with-something-high-end or super-cool) would never work in Ypsi.” I just think “Why?” “What makes you think there aren’t people in Ypsilanti who would love a posh gourmet food store, or a fantastic shoe and handbag place?” It can be a dream crushing experience for an entrepreneur. On the other hand, I know I’ve tried to be as supportive of local businesses as I possibly can, and feel supported by the business community. I’ve always had a policy of discounting the purchase of any local businesses’ employees because it’s just good business to be supportive of each other. And we’ve had folks from Ann Arbor, Belleville and Canton say they’ve explored more of Ypsilanti because they started out at the Studio. That makes me really happy.

MARK: What’s Ypsi missing downtown?

JULIA: Oooh, you mean if I had a magic wand? I was in Denver recently and there was a very little place with old-fashioned gourmet cocktails, dessert wines, glorious desserts, and, I think, charcuterie boards. Wonderful! Wouldn’t that be nice? So great for ending the night out. Or, a gourmet food and wine shop where you could get those perfect little additions for entertaining. [I exercise so I can eat what I like ;) ] I also think someone could make a mint with a beautifully run, drop-in daycare. And I love the idea of a great shoe store. But that would be my husband’s nightmare. The thing is, there are so many artistic, clever brains around here… I’m sure there are ideas I can’t even begin to imagine, that I’d say “Wow!” about…

[Photo courtesy Tracy Grosshans.]

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Ypsilanti’s Heritage Fest parade

I know I’m probably unusual in this regard, but I love small town parades. While I can see the attraction of big, overly-produced parades, like the one they have every year on Thanksgiving Day in Manhattan, I’d much prefer a little parade with rickety, homemade floats, where you can find the local Christian motorcycle gang following behind the high school band playing Donna Summer’s “Hot Stuff.” There’s something incredibly beautiful about it. Here, for those fo you who share my fascination, are ten photos that I snapped Saturday morning during Ypsilanti’s annual Heritage Festival parade.

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I was going to say that this photo was taken of our Mayor, who was right at the front of the parade, as he ran over and patted me on the head, but it’s actually a shot of him high-fiving my son, who was sitting on my shoulders at the time… Speaking of sons, you can hear the music of our Mayor’s son, Tim “The Booty Don’t Stop” Schreiber, here. (Tim, if you’re reading this, we absolutely have to get you in next year’s parade, on a giant booty float, with your dad.)

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“Is she really dressed like a heaping stack of delicious pancakes, or is the same thing happening to me that happens to cartoon characters when they go without food for too long? Am I going to see my son as a pork chop with eyes, when I look down at him? I know I should have eaten something before leaving the house.”

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A still photo just doesn’t do this justice. The Elmo puppet you see here was lip-synching along to a cranked-up yodeling track.

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This is Jesus, caught in the act of popping up from his crypt. A number of churches participated in this year’s parade, but this was my favorite. I don’t mind the churches so much, but I wish there was a little more diversity. I’d love, for instance, to put together an evolution float next year… Just imagine someone dressed like Darwin furiously peddling Andy Claydon’s black metal bicycle and singing about how Creationism is bullshit.

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Say what you will about John Dingell, the longest-serving member of Congress in the history of the United States, the man is absolutely unstoppable. How he finds the strength at 87 to pretend to enjoy things like this, I’ll never know. It’s kind of freaky.

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One of my favorite parts of the parade is watching the faces of the mortified fathers who are made by their wives and girlfriends to walk along with their infant children in the competitive “Beautiful Baby” portion of the parade. It’s crossed my mind before that it would be neat to build a tiny float around the stuffed figure of a baby, so that an adult could crawl around underneath and force his head through, like Jim Varney used to do. I know it’s an old gag, but I really can’t think of any better way to make this particular portion of the event more disturbing than it already is… And, no, I didn’t enter Arlo. As the holder of the ’69 Little Mister Frankfort title, I know what this kind of fame can do to a young person’s mind, and I want better for my son.

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The van of mysteries!

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Painfully unenthused pageant kids.

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Armless child dressed as textbook to advertise one of our local charter schools.

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I think it might be the same Jeep that was shooting at spectators during our Fourth of July parade, but this time the focus was a little less on murder, and a little more on historic preservation… The Rosie the Riveters in the back, if you can’t make out their signs, are urging people to contribute toward saving the historic Willow Run bomber plant. (Should the plural of “Rosie the Riveter” be “Rosies the Riveters”?)

I know the photos don’t really do it justice, but we really do live inside a David Lynch script.

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Milwaukee part two… fish fries, public art and swooning tweens

A week or so ago, when I told you about my recent trip to Milwaukee, I promised that there would be a follow-up post, in which I’d talk about fish fries, public art, and the like. Well, I’m afraid that I’ve put it off so long now that I can’t quite remember what it was that I wanted to convey to you. Seeing as how I promised, though, I’m going to go ahead and give it a shot. You should know, however, that what you’re about to read very likely won’t attain the same level of quality that readers of this site have come to expect over the past decade.

LakeMichiganMilwaukeeFISH: Milwaukee is famous for its fish fries. Apparently, Lake Michigan, before the pollution, overfishing and introduction of invasive species, used to be just teeming with delicious fish, like walleye and perch. The honest, hardworking inhabitants of Milwaukee, a good number of whom were first-generation German Catholics, would pull them from Lake Michigan by the bushel, coat them in goop, deep-fry them until golden brown, gobble them up with tartar sauce and potato pancakes, and wash them down with copious amounts of beer. This was especially true on Fridays, when, due to a religious edict I’ve never quite been able to make sense of, Catholics aren’t allowed to consume the flesh of non-aquatic creatures. And thus a tradition was born that lives on to today, in spite of the fact that almost all the fish consumed at Milwaukee’s Friday night fish fries, which still number over 1,000, are now trucked or flown in from elsewhere.

According to the fellow doing the speaking on the boat tour we took down the Milwaukee River and into Lake Michigan, there’s presently not a single commercial fisherman in Milwaukee. While sport fishing is apparently a huge business, due to the fact that the Department of Natural Resources continues to stock Lake Michigan with salmon, almost everything else that’s wroth a damn is gone. The perch population, we were told, collapsed with the introduction of zebra mussels, which made their way from Asia to the Great Lakes in the ballast tanks of ships. (Apparently zebra mussels and perch compete for the same food supply, and zebra mussels invariably win.) The only fish that seems to be doing well are the alewife, which are also invasive. (The reason, I’m told, that the Department of Natural Resources began stocking Lake Michigan with salmon is that they eat a ton of alewife. Thankfully, though, they appear not to reproduce in the Lake, which is why they need to keep being restocked.)

[note: My people – the Scandinavians who settled not too far from Milwaukee – also loved eating fish. They, however, boiled theirs, along with potatoes and salt, in large cauldrons. As fried fish tastes a damn site better, it’s not terribly surprising that, today, there’s not a single Friday night white fish boil, while fish fries can be found on every corner. At any rate, I thought that it was worth a mention that my ancestors lost out, and deservedly so, in this epic battle for hearts, minds and stomachs in the New World… While we’re on the subject, my grandmother still remembers, as a little girl in Galesburg, Illinois, when the door-to-door eel salesman would come to the Jacobson household with his sack full of eels, around the holidays. She says it was godawful. She and her sister would run up to their bedroom and bury their faces in their pillows in hopes of avoiding the smell… While I’m proud of my Swedish ancestry, I think certain traditions are probably better put behind us.]

On this trip to Milwaukee, we had our fried fish at a historic, old place called Turner Hall. Sadly, so much time has passed now that I can’t comment on the food. I do recall liking the place, though… Oh, here’s a hint for you, in case you ever decide to go. If there’s a line winding around the block, full of fourteen year old blonde girls in short skirts, don’t just assume that they’re there for the fish fry and queue up behind them. If you do, you’ll likely be embarrassed when the manager of the joint comes out, looks at you like you’re stupid, and tells you, “You and them aren’t going the same place. They ain’t here for the fish fry.” In this particular case, the girls were waiting for an execrable little pop singer who calls himself Passenger.

Before we move on, I wanted to share something that I overheard while inside Turner Hall, walking around with Arlo, trying to keep him occupied while were were waiting for our food. We were passing through the bar when I overheard an older fellow and a younger fellow talking about all the girls making their way upstairs to see the show. The younger guy, who was probably about 30, said something like, “Girls today, huh?” The older guy looked at him and said quite matter-of-factly, “They’re no different now than they were in the 50’s. You should have seen ’em around Sinatra.”

Oh, and speaking of pollution in Lake Michigan, did you hear about the most recent nuclear plant spill? While I’d like to think that it’ll lead to enormous, tasty walleye, I suspect it’ll just mean more mutated alewife with open sores.

MilwaukeeFlipPUBLIC ART: I don’t know how they came up with the money to do it, but Milwaukee is full of public art. They’ve got park benches that you can beat with mallets to make music, and big metal pieces that you can pour handfuls of gravel through. Since my last visit, they’ve added a series of animated vignettes to the light poles surrounding the Milwaukee Art Museum. They’re kind of like flip books… As it’s a difficult idea to convey, I shot a little video…. Here it is.

The individual pieces, as I understand it, were scripted with input from the people of Milwaukee, and the actors are just local folks who showed up at open casting calls. I think that’s kind of beautiful… I know something like this would never fly in Ypsilanti, where we can barely keep our street lights lit at it is, but one does wish that there were a way to incorporate more public art into our lives here… Actually, I’m working on a related post right now, prompted by a letter from a reader about wheatpasting. He wanted to know whether or not affixing art to buildings using wheatpaste was viewed any more favorably by our police than spray painting. I reached out to a few people and began reading through the legislation, and what I found was kind of interesting. Apparently, according to statute, you can only post things on the kiosks which have been erected around town for the purpose of sharing information. The only problem is, no such kiosks exist… Like I said, you can expect a longer post on the subject sometime in the future. I just wanted to vent a little now, though, as it’s frustrating living in a town that not only doesn’t have public art to speak of, but doesn’t even have a way for community members to share ideas, artistic or otherwise, in public… And, when I say that Ypsi doesn’t have public art, I mean officially. There is, of course, our unsanctioned sculpture garden on Water Street, which, by the way, has a new piece as of a few days ago.

MilwaukeeFolkArtFOLKART: The Milwaukee Art Museum, in addition to have a very nice modern art collection, which I think I mentioned in my previous post, has a pretty cool little folk art exhibition, that includes a number of pieces by my old friend Howard Finster. I was particularly struck this time by a transplanted section of a folk art environment by the name of Possum Trot, which was the work of a fellow by they name of Calvin Black, and his wife, Ruby. Beginning in 1950, and working until 1972, the pair had made several hundred performing wooden dolls for their roadside attraction in the California desert. (Calvin did the carving, and Ruby made the dresses.) The following excerpt is from the Milwaukee Art Museum’s webpage dedicated to Possum Trot:

…Calvin based his characters both on celebrities and friends, creating distinctive personalities for each doll, like “Miss Mary Ripple”… He engineered a dedicated performance space, the Birdcage Theatre, for the wooden ladies, whom he rigged to move through various mechanical devices. In addition, Calvin wrote and recorded speeches and songs for each doll, which he played for the guests as a revue… In the original revue, customers were able to give each doll tips, which the Blacks used to buy jewelry, perfume, and trinkets for the most popular performers…

And, here, because you have to hear Calvin’s voice, is a bit of video that I shot of the “ladies” performing.

OK, I’m sure there’s more I could say about Milwaukee, but, as I’m falling asleep, I’m going to call it quits here. I hope that, between the two posts, I was able to at least pique your interest a bit. It really is a cool, little city, and I’d encourage you to check it out.

note: While I’ve never come across one in all my travels across the Midwest, I’ve been assured by several readers of this site that public fish boils do in fact still exist. So, I guess, my comment about how we Scandinavians ceded victory to the fish friers of the world was wrong. I still, maintain, however, that it’s just a matter of time. There is no way that a boiled fish can possibly compete with a fried one. Of this I am certain.

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