It is so hot in Wisconsin that this kind of shit is happening. Roads; buckling.
I just ate a bit of beans out of a can from my pantry before cooking them into a quesadilla.. They were super hot.
Best thing to do on a day like this?
See a parade. (no it’s not!)
There are parades all over the country today. All over this city, actually. Fireworks everywhere, too. (some were canceled, because they don’t want their towns to be set ablaze.)
The parade for Bayview traveled just a block from our house.
My brother asked me, “What do you think the misery index is today?”
Record-breaking, I can only assume.
The people I felt for the most were these:
Brad thought this might be a smooshed up jelly bean.
I still think it is.
This guy, I felt for on a cellular level.
But just because why?
This contraption is something that rolls around downtown and in Walker’s Point.
After learning about it, I found out that you’re not actually allowed to drink alcoholic beverages on board, legally. I think that, and pedaling, have kept me from riding it.
When I saw it today, I realized that those two things don’t keep me from doing things these days, and I got excited about it.
My brother was actually judging the parade.. I’m still not sure what exactly he had to judge. The heat and the pressure got to him a bit, and he didn’t want to talk about it. I have no sympathy for a man who gets himself involved in things like that.
He did inform me that these fools were docked many points.
These are the guys who won.
For good reason.
At 11am today, somewhere in our neighborhood, a group of people played a “Vintage Baseball” game.
I guess this is the new Civil War reenactment.
I asked Juan why. (he has all the answers most times.)
“America’s pass time, Cass.”
He didn’t disappoint.
If not for the reenacting, the guy on the left could be my Newsies boyfriend.
This guy.
What would America be without Elvis?
My brother was judging the parade as a favor to my Dad’s best friend Tommy. I haven’t seen Tommy for a few years.
Tommy now has prostate cancer, and is mostly alone.
When my bro went to turn his score sheet in to Tommy at the Humboldt Park pavilion, Tommy was lethargic and weak.
I went up to the pavilion with Juan and Brad, and was shocked to see a frail old man in front of me. I tried to hide my intake of breath.
Thoughts of never seeing my father that way sprang into my head.
We took him home, my brother driving the car that my father left Tommy, and me and Brad following close behind.
It’s clear that this man needs to be cared for, and we are the last left to do it.
Thus, a new chapter has begun.
