In this episode: the NFL might be above Wisconsin law, local unemployment non-woes, and UWEC saves a tree. Also, we give away $50 Green Mill gift certificate and 2 free movie tickets to Micon Cinemas. If you'd like to enter a contest, go here.
This episode is supported by Deborah Becker of State Farm Insurance.
Many of you probably have wandered past a shop on the corner of Water Street and Sixth Avenue at some point and wondered what it was – or if it was even open. Boarded up windows might have kept you from peeking inside, or discouraged you from taking the risk of venturing in. Well, not any more. The bookstore known as Wax Paper is trying to change that with a big helping hand from local muralist and illustrator Cyndee Kaiser.
Bringing some extra color and a lot of creativity to the storefront, (hopefully) questioning what this shop has to offer will be a thing of the past. Since you still cannot actually look into the business, the mural is supposed to give you a sense that the place is not only open, but also that the famous authors portrayed are almost inviting you in to read with them. (Test your literary knowledge and see if you can name all six of them before coming inside.)
You can read more about this in next week’s issue of Volume One. Or you can go look at it, like, now.
Living in a new city is a strange and wonderful thing. When I first moved to Menomonie I prayed that I would be able to find the same kind of beautiful and old structures that Eau Claire has a wealth of. Well my prayers we're answered on a long walk that led to a disused train depot. It was littered with old Vinyl's, distorted by the sun and shattered by who knows what. There was a sign that said "Leave only footprints, take only pictures". And so I did.
Local Jessi Wright was the first person to bypass the notion that "someone" should start a roller derby team in the Chippewa Valley and actually set the skate in motion. Spurred by comments on this post, Jessi set up an e-mail account for those who want to make this happen (firstname.lastname@example.org). She was then contacted by Natalie Matz, who shared her enthusiasm for getting a team together locally. They have been in contact with the Mississippi Valley Mayhem to discuss the logistics, from non-profit status to membership dues. They have received feedback from people who would like to participate as skaters and volunteers. They have not, however, been able to find a suitable space for the events to happen.
Following the Women's Flat Track Derby Association guidelines, they need a smooth concrete skating surface that is 88 feet by 48 feet. More importantly, they need permission from the owners. Initial attempts to secure space at Hoffy's Skate America in Eau Claire and Visionquest Entertainment Center in Menomonie have been unsuccessful. They are currently looking at warehouses, town halls, and sports centers. Wright said the intention is to start practicing in whatever space is available until a regulation rink is found. She added that since many people may not have skated before, they will likely practice for six months before getting to a competitive level. For now, Matz created a Chippewa Valley Roller Girls Facebook fan page to keep the communication rolling.
Obviously, any help would be much appreciated.
Was It A Spook?
Eau Claire Leader | September 26, 1906
At Park Place Thursday night, as Ralph Atkinson and younger Fletcher, son of Dr. Fletcher, were discussing a new kind of rubber band, that sends peas and pellets with an unerring certainty into the corners of eyes, ears, and etc., their ears were assailed with a terrible clash, and most unheard of noise. Ralph dashed back into the house, and Fletcher fled in all directions. Having fastened the doors the young major ran for the Leader office with “Oh pa!” this and “Oh pa!” that. “Well my boy,” was the reply, “If it is as bad as that, we’ll just take Officer Johnson with us, and we three will be in Park Place in a jiffy, and the ghost or whatever it is had better shuffle off again.”
Owing to over-crowded Interurbans that memorable fair day and night, the Third ward cars were putting in “dead-licks” to make up time, but they couldn’t go too fast for our purpose. On the way up Policeman Johnson remarked: “I never had no faith in ghosts.” Conductor Roy Vaughn differed with him materially, and was on speaking terms with a respectable elderly ghost and a couple of goblins near the corner of Bellinger and Randall. After putting his car in the barn and on his way to his home, especially during the dark of the moon, it was Roy’s custom to whistle most of the way in order to keep his courage up. Arriving at Park Place, as soon as the stable lantern was obtainable the following was the order of procession.
Chad’s Take: An extremely bizarre article, at least I think it is.
After having pored over this article several times I can honestly say that I have absolutely no idea what is taking place. I can somewhat make out a foggy ghost story hidden somewhere in the last few sentences of the article, but all of the “Oh pa, well my boy,” writing certainly threw me off the case. After a few hours of deciphering this article I finally determined that something paranormal was thought to be taking place on the corner of Bellinger and Randall Streets. Talk of ghosts and goblins seemed to be quickly spreading around the ninth ward.
The talk of bizarre activity taking place in the ninth ward area triggered my memory of a previous article I wrote here titled “Poisoning must stop,” which detailed the problem of some unknown source poisoning the neighborhood pets, which ended up killing numerous cats and dogs. Perhaps the poison was actually meant for the ghosts and goblins, not the harmless critters roaming the ninth ward. And maybe this article somehow ties into a larger ninth ward conspiracy involving mythical creatures, phantom animal killers, and meandering spirits. But then again, I still really have no idea what the hell this article is about.
Keep an eye out…