Everywhere I look I see Abe Lincoln, Charles Darwin or ZZ Top. Men with beards of varying lengths are everywhere. Sure there are still plenty of clean-shaven men around but it seems the beard is taking over the tonsorial world.
The Downtown St. Joseph YMCA has been closed since September 2020 and people are still bemoaning the fact. Just the other day a reader emailed me lamenting of there not being a fitness facility in the area. I cringe and sigh when I drive past the abandoned facility on Sixth and Charles streets.
In just a few more days we’ll be into March, the third month on the Gregorian calendar. But March actually used to be the first month of the year in the early Roman calendar, which was used until 1752 when we changed to the Gregorian new style.
As a kid growing up in the ‘60s and ‘70s, I remember the Black-owned businesses on Messanie Street in Midtown and some on Missouri Avenue in the South End. There was a thriving Black business community down by the river before my time as well.
Ramadhan Washington watched diabetes take the life away from his wife Helen one piece at a time. First she suffered a stroke, then paralysis took away use of her right side before she eventually had both of her legs amputated. She died at the age of 73.
Now we head into what’s called the dead of winter. A month ago, the holiday spirit knocked most of the sting out of the harshness of the season. Now there’s no holiday cheer or warmth to protect us from what lies ahead: Old Man Winter.
In a couple of days, we will arrive at a new year. And what a strange trip this past year has been. Actually, it’s been an odd beginning of this decade with the pandemic, presidential and election shenanigans, strange weather and the like.