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Houses and Stinkfish, Number 5

The journey through the neighborhood continues.

The house: PXL_20251123_170151293 This is the Michigan Library and Historical Center. Not technically a house to the extent that no one lives there. And, ok, if this is a blog about my neighborhood it might not technically be "in my neighborhood" because it is a block east of Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard and the Westside neighborhood stops at MLK Blvd.

And yet, what is a library but a House of Knowledge? And if the "west" in Westside means "west of the Capitol Building" then the Michigan Library (aka the House of Knowledge) is in my neighborhood.

To make a long story short (too late!) the building is about a 15 minute walk from my house and I thought the picture turned out pretty good considering I've never tried to take a panoramic photo before. I really wish you'd stop being so damn pedantic and just enjoy your time with me! Jeesh!!

Before we get to today's stinkfish, I have some bonus content for you at no extra charge! PXL_20251123_183259701

This was the inspiration for Carl Sandburg when he wrote:

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It stalks over

freshly laid concrete

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

And now today's stinkfish: 1937

I first came upon the image on the left and was not sure that it was 1937 rather than 1987 or 1957. Then a few paces down I found the one on the right and it was clear it was 1937. If you think it looks like a different date, I invite you to keep your opinion to yourself.

1937 was the year my dear mother was born. Less important events of 1937 include:

I find the cruel nickname "Egghead" offensive in the extreme. Mr. Fudd has always carried himself with dignity and grace and those of a more hirsute appearance only belittle themselves with such attempted taunts.