Everyone's a Critic
The Observer's culture blogMonday, June 28, 2021
GEEZERS AT SONIC LUNCH, by Jeff Duncan
At the Sonic Lunch Concert Series
Ella Riot playing one day,
a band of five, all in their twenties, doing their thing,
electro, techno, funk, fusion, rock--
don’t know exactly what to call it--
and people of all ages were there
digging the sounds,
swaying, clapping, dancing, singing, smiling--
in a word, grooving,
everyone having a good time--
but the ones having the best time by far
were some homeless geezers,
seven or eight of them in a cluster,
all dressed in scruffy, hand-me-down motley,
all gaunt and wrinkled from the wear and tear of time and the street,
from the cigarettes and booze and drugs that keep them going,
sustaining and killing them at the same time
(but hey, that’s life, is it not?
consuming us as we go, until we go for good?),
and already buzzed they were, not wasted, mind you, but just a little high, it seemed, a little tipsy,
clapping their hands and waving their arms to the beat,
and at the climax of every crescendo jumping up and slapping each other on
their backs, hooting and hollering and laughing,
and dancing, too, in a stiff, hobbling sort of way,
shaking their booties,
gettin’ down, gettin’ sassy--
behavior most unseemly for men their age, to be sure,
but these guys were losers with nothing left to lose,
no appearances to keep up,
no dignity to maintain,
no reputation to keep intact,
no pride to go before a fall
for they had fallen already,
fallen about as far as a fellow can,
and therefore they were free to turn themselves loose,
to out-and-out lose themselves in the music,
to let themselves altogether go
and clap and dance and shout like the kids they once were,
and for a blessed hour or so like the kids they now were once again.
Posted by John Hilton at 11:14 p.m. | 0 comments
Thursday, March 18, 2021
INSIDE MY JOURNEY TO GET A COVID VACCINE, by Micheline Maynard
Like many Ann Arborites, I was frustrated this winter in securing an appointment to get a COVID-19 vaccine. I had no luck with Michigan Medicine or St. Joseph Mercy Hospital, never heard back from Meijer, and I couldn't nab a time at a local pharmacy.
But in early March, I obtained a vaccine appointment through the Washtenaw County Health Department. I was directed to show up at the EMU Convocation Center, where the health department operates a vast clinic (another has since been set up in Chelsea).
Here's how my experience went.
Appointment: I was assigned an 11:05 am time slot and told to arrive three minutes in advance. Since I'm a prompt person, I showed up 15 minutes early, only to find a line forming outside the center's south door.
A volunteer who was directing traffic sent me back to my car to wait. I wasn't alone. All around me, patients were arriving 30 minutes, even an hour sooner than their times.
There is no need to arrive early, and the clinic does not accept walk-ins. If you don't have an appointment, you will not be allowed in line.
The first line: At 11:05 am, I got back in line, with about a dozen people ahead of me. Soon, more people piled up behind me, with our volunteer arranging us by appointment time. It took about 10 minutes to get inside the door.
The second line: Inside the door, the line splits in two directions. The left side is for people who need assistance, such as wheelchair users or those with walkers. I went to the right, lining up to check in and get paperwork.
Across the arena: Here's where you realize that there will be a lot of walking involved. Patients travel across the mezzanine of the arena to a hallway on the other side (the EMU Women's Basketball team was practicing on the floor, which was fun to watch while we waited).
Fill out your form: In the second hallway, chairs are set up in a socially distant fashion so that you can sit down and fill out your paperwork. You answer a series of health questions, such as whether you are displaying any symptoms.
You sign the form, and signal to a staff member that you're ready. You are sent to a second check-in desk, and cleared to proceed.
Watch the video: Big screen monitors are set up with an informative video about the vaccine. Once you're finished, you head down the corridor to be dispatched to a vaccine station. Along the way, you may pass uniformed members of the Michigan National Guard.
Getting your shot: I counted about a dozen vaccine stations along the front corridor outside the arena. Mine was staffed by a nurse from the St. Joe's system. The shot itself is like any other flu shot or vaccine: it goes into the top part of your arm, and stings for a second, but it isn't otherwise painful.
Information: After your shot, you receive several pages of information about possible side effects, and a piece of paper with a QC code that you aim at with your smartphone so that you can make your second appointment.
Since I received a Pfizer shot, my appointment was scheduled for three weeks later. For this shot, you can choose a different time than the one you were originally assigned.
The last stop: Finally, you wind up in a large waiting area outside the arena, with socially distanced seats for about 100 people. You're advised to wait 15 minutes, in case you have an adverse reaction.
It was the largest crowd I'd been in since the pandemic began, and even though we'd all been vaccinated, I felt some anxiety at being in a group that big. But there is a booth staffed by EMS technicians, in case anyone falls ill (an ambulance is parked outside).
I was discouraged from taking a selfie during my shot, but the waiting area has a selfie spot, where you can pose to capture the moment for your social media accounts. It's a festive atmosphere, with people laughing, and presumably smiling under their masks.
Just like at a polling place, you can pick up a sticker. This one reads, "I got my COVID-19 vaccine!" and "Protect yourself, protect others." My fifteen minutes over, I walked back to my car.
Side effects: I felt just fine on the day of my shot. Fatigue set in the day afterwards. I'm normally not a nap taker, but I needed a two-hour lie down to get my energy back. I'm told that people feel even more tired after shot number two, so I am factoring that into my schedule.
Conclusion: dress according to the weather for your outside wait. Wear comfortable shoes (my counter showed that I covered about 1,200 steps). If you can't stand or walk, ask to use the assistance line. Plan on spending about an hour, start to finish, including the 15 minutes of post-shot waiting.
Posted by John Hilton at 3:47 p.m. | 1 comment
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
SHOPPING IN MY CLOSET by Nancy Harrington
After a trip to the basement to store my summer clothes, I realized that most of them had not even been worn this year. Some were on hangers with tags still attached from shopping trips last March before the shutdown.
It has been a summer like no other with us socially distancing, quarantining and ordering our food online. Since we were eating mostly at home, not going to restaurants, gyms, or visiting friends’ homes, my lounge or exercise clothes have been my outfits of the day.
As life begins to normalize hopefully in the new year, I realize that my weekly shopping excursions will not be necessary. My closet looks like it contains everything I need for various life functions. I’m now treating it like a store and asking if I really do love a piece of clothing ala Marie Kondo. Supposedly we only wear 20% of our wardrobe 80% of the time. So I’ll be donating many of the rejects to the Salvation Army, the Ann Arbor Thrift Shop or a local charitable group.
Another idea which has been successful in the past is a Clothing Swap Party. Friends will be Invited and encouraged to bring items to swap in a party atmosphere. Refreshments will be served and everyone will go home with something new. Leftover items can be donated to charity.
Shopping will be on my to do list and I will still visit the mall and favorite stores. I’m now looking at my closet as not just a storage place but as a whole new experience into fashion. It’s a treasure trove of my own preferences and tastes, and I will be able to browse to my heart’s content. Some of us haven’t exercised as much as usual during the shutdown, so we hopefully haven’t changed sizes. But that’s a whole other story.
Posted by John Hilton at 2:40 p.m. | 7 comments
Sunday, August 30, 2020
B-17: A FLYING FORTRESS, by Meghan Prindle
She's beautiful, our Yankee Lady.
Her wings huge and wide and low,
Chrome that shines on a clear fall day,
And a four-engine hum - distant, rumbling, penetrating, exhilarating.
We run eager to the yard, the deck, the window - anywhere - to catch a glimpse as she soars overheard.
But what horror she once delivered to those on the ground or those releasing her rounds.
How could something so brutal, so calculatingly crafted, be so beautiful?
And how can the sun dance and reflect on her chrome and our ears delight in her hum?
I don't know.
But as I sit here quietly alone, I find refuge in her peaceful path;
For are we not all part of history's one long and imperfect and unbroken chain?
And in our own time we'll learn lessons hard and sacrifice to earn our part.
So take heart, have courage, and look up;
The Flying Fortress, here she comes 'round again.
Posted by John Hilton at 3:40 p.m. | 1 comment
Thursday, July 2, 2020
DANGER AT THE DOG PARK: What Every Visitor Needs to Know.
Posted by John Hilton at 9:55 a.m. | 4 comments
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
A DAY IN A MASK, by Erin Fedeson
What is it like
A day in a mask
At a coffee
Shop in this crisis?
We fill our day
With daily tasks and
Waiting out time
From clock in to out.
We smile behind
Our masks, hoping it
Reaches our eyes.
Music fills silence
But not the void,
Missing our friends,
And our regulars.
We miss seeing
New faces coming
In with wonder
Shining in their eyes.
So we stay strong.
We put on our masks.
We brew coffee.
We await the day
The masks come off,
So we smile once more
With whole faces.
Posted by John Hilton at 11:56 p.m. | 0 comments
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
PANDEMIC PONDERING, by Erin Fedeson
What do people ponder in this pandemic?
We are sharing in this status of social distancing.
Yet what is our story?
How is yours different from mine?
I was here in Ann Arbor before the pandemic.
Ann Arbor's streets bustled with student life.
Tourists strolled, taking in the sights and sound.
The homeless' small voices whispered, "Spare some change," from the city's nooks and crannies.
I am here in Ann Arbor during the pandemic.
The streets are silent.
Students and tourists ghosted from the streets.
The homeless' words, "Spare some change," speak louder as humanity is absent from Ann Arbor's streets.
As a barista, people are my work's life line.
COVID-19 dried out the waters that sustained the business.
My boss valiantly struggled to balance safety and business.
She partnered with initiatives to help her employees out.
She regretted she couldn't give more.
In these times, her drive and dedication to her staff is worth more than a check's weight.
One fine day, I took to the streets as a runner.
All my activity is taken from me.
It leaves me seeking structure to my day.
On Palmer Field, runners like me jog.
A mother pushes her stroller.
A handful of people play tennis on the courts.
A few days later, signs appear, saying there's a fine for those using the field and courts.
But does it mean that the runners have no place to go?
Businesses along the streets advertise carryout.
Businesses etch love out to the city on their windows.
Anxiousness of unemployment, did I get the paperwork done?
Unable to talk to a human being makes worry gnaw my insides.
Co-workers struggle to get unemployment.
I have so many blessings.
At this time, I seek peace through the written word.
It is here I share a glimpse of my pandemic ponderings.
Posted by John Hilton at 9:55 p.m. | 0 comments
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
ANN ARBOR, a poem by Meaghan Prindle
Mid-morning dawns slow over arbored lawns,
Where collegiate airs mix with quirky town affairs.
Now traverse Washington & State, downtown cosmopolitan and quaint;
Breath stilled at the view long west ‘cross avenues,
Sun’s sleepy rays slant through Midwestern haze
To glaciated hills, painted leaves, fertile till.
Lo, I confess! Rooted deep in my breast
There’s a fervent, enduring love that I harbor,
My city, my home, my beloved Ann Arbor.
Posted by John Hilton at 3:00 p.m. | 1 comment
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