I knew that the housing market here in Madison was going crazy after hearing tales of buyers paying $20,000 over asking and waiving inspections. But I read this recently:
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We have the
HBO Max streaming service and, although I don't watch a whole lot of it, I am
happy that it has Looney Toons Tunes. When the Frau first subscribed to the service
and saw them listed, she immediately watched "One Froggy Evening".
That's the one where the frog sings "Hello! Ma Baby". I hadn't seen
it in ages. A classic.
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Recently, I
was cruising around the east side and made a detour over to Roselawn Memorial
Park in neighboring Monona. To the best of my knowledge there is no one of any
renown buried there. Wikipedia tells me that the closest thing to a famous
person that Monona has produced is professional golfer Andy North who grew up
there.
What it does
have, though, is the Roselawn Tower of Memories which is visible from the
street.
Edna Taylor
was a farmer who sold a bunch of her land to the city of Madison for use as a
park. Mainly the wetlands that she preserved which give us an idea of what the
Madison area was like before European settlers arrived and started turning the
land into fields for farming and, later, a city. It ain't called the Four Lakes
region for nothing. There is a series of Native America effigy mounds somewhere
in the park but I didn't see any signs indicating where they were on my hike.
But I did see a lot of lovely scenery and many animals.
People are
strange.
While all of
the ponds were full of life, one was particularly full. Downy feathers were
scattered along the path so I was unsurprised to see two families of Canada
geese taking a leisurely swim. The goslings were almost all grown up.
One of these
days I will get a decent muskrat photo but this was the best I could do that
day.
While I
could have spent hours just hanging out by the ponds watching and listening to
all of the animals going about their day, I moved onwards.
No. 1 – The
Larch.
At one point I was walking a section of the trail which was at the base of a hill. I looked up and saw a couple deer having breakfast.
I kept
wandering and eventually got lost. When I ran into signs for the Aldo Leopold Nature Center, which is next door, I at least knew I was on the west side of Edna
Taylor. And, since I am writing this, I did not die out in the wilderness.
I've never
hiked the 40 acres around the Leopold Center so that's on the list now.
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For this
entry's bonus photo we have Grabby looking mighty fluffy and cute as she cleans herself.
2 comments:
Not just any frog: It is Michigan J. Frog who ultimately {spoiler alert} stomps on the get-rich belief of the person who discovers him by refusing to perform the routine for anybody else.
This is interesting. In the past week, there were two venues here in Chicago (The DMan Tap, and Umami Burger West Loop) which were showing classic cartoons while I was there. Contrasting with the Michael Jackson tome mentioned previously, I can retrieve the Beck and Friedwald Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies book with slight difficulty. (It is in a stack, and near the bottom.)
{Did you intentionally misspell 'Tunes'?}
Grabby looks luscious.
Oops. Corrected.
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