Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my cool, cool cucumbers! How are you?  The wonderful weather endures. If this keeps up, Racine should surpass all attendance records for the various summer events held in the city.  We have months of party time headed our way.  Let’s enjoy! 

I already have most of my vegetable garden planted.  The big thing now is keeping it weeded and watered.  That’s where Junior is supposed to come in, but he doesn’t.  I realize that he’s still in school, so I don’t lean on him too hard.  In the summer, though, he better be working a real job, or working in our garden.  He must have inherited his father’s work ethic, because he sure didn’t get it from me.  Look up ‘lazy’ in the dictionary and it just says, “See ‘Junior.’”

I read in the Journal Sentinel Online that the naming rights to the Bradley Center have been sold to BMO Harris Bank: http://www.jsonline.com/news/milwaukee/naming-rights-for-bradley-center-sold-to-bmo-harris-ud5g5oi-152280455.html It is now known as the BMO Harris Bradley Center.  Of course, that is a travesty, but what are we going to do about it?  What’s even worse is that we are taxed especially for a stadium in Milwaukee County, but a brewery owns the naming rights.  It should be called Southeastern Wisconsin Taxpayers’ Stadium instead of Miller Park.  And to top it all off, Mr. Herb Kohl says we must build his basketball team a new arena.  My, oh my, the greed for public dollars never ends, never. 

Perhaps we should sell naming rights to places and things in Racine to raise money.  City Hall could be Ivanhoe’s City Hall,  Pershing Park might become Pershing Pabst Blue Ribbon Park, Monument Square could be Menard’s Monument Square (with “Save more money at Menard’s” blaring out of the monument’s top), or how about Monument Builders Square, and so on and so on.  The possibilities are almost endless.  All funds raised would be used to offset property taxes for Racine residents.  I offer this idea free of charge to Racine because I love my city.

Finally, my dears, please take a moment this weekend to reflect on what Memorial Day means.  So many freely forfeited all of their tomorrows so that we could have all of ours.  It’s an almost incomprehensible gift from one generation to the next.  Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for all that you did for us.

And thank you for reading my blog this week.  It’s wonderful when someone stops by to look things over.  My readers are my friends, irregular and otherwise.  Thank you, friend.

"Who Put the Bomp (In the Bomp, Bomp, Bomp)?” Find out: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Have a wonderful week, each and every one of you.  Better get you air conditioner up and running.  Better get yourself outdoors (not you, Ms. Lizardmom) and have some fun.  Two more weeks and the electioneering ends.  I can’t wait.   Transcalent!