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Table of Contents Smock Talk: How we see Our favorite sights
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Meet Steve Johnson: A local who's Blind and active
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A Day without Sight
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La Crosse Photo Spread
Jacob Bielanski Adam Bissen Erich Boldt Nicholas Cabreza Benjamin Clark Andrew Colston Ashly Conrad El Jefe Brett Emerson
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By the time this newspaper comes off the printing press, I should be in an airplane cruising towards Minneapolis. I’ve never flown out of the La Crosse Municipal Airport before, and while my trip will eventually take me to San Francisco, old friends, rock concerts, and good restaurants, that 50 minute jaunt to the Cities will probably be a highlight of the trip. I’m not sure about the rest of you frequent fliers, but given the chance, I’ll take the window seat every time. There’s just something so arresting about seeing common views from unusual angles. The Coulee Region is my home. I’ve traveled it from river to river, bluff to bluff, and while I’ve visited some other pretty places in this world, I’ll stack my hometown geography up against anybody’s. Don’t tell the cops, but my favorite vista is from the bluffs overlooking La Crosse. Scaling sandstone, trailing the ridge line, taking in the city as it opens up in full panorama, I feel almost divine, privy to secret insights from those toiling down below. I love the way French Island floats on bloated Lake Onalaska like a water bug. I love the haze of Iowa, visible on a most days, and the gaping pass of two bluff lines, somewhere south of Brownsville, opening to the west like a storybook. Tomorrow morning I will take in these sights with fresher eyes. I heard my flight goes right up the Mississippi valley, and while I’m not too familiar with 7 a.m., I imagine the rising sun shimmering off a river flush with melt water will be a splendid sight to behold. I’ve traced parts of the flight on GoogleEarth, the amazing application with zoom-able satellite photos of the entire (non-classified) world. From above, the rivers and tributaries swirl like the tentacles of a jellyfish, while bluffs fold over themselves like a wad of crumpled paper. It’s a sight unique to this 300-mile stretch of the Upper Midwest — does anyone else even use the terms bluff or coulee? — and tomorrow morning, after elbowing some old lady out of my seat, I’ll bathe in it with fresh eyes. That is, unless I see my least favorite sight on earth: a blizzard grounding my plane. Why am I telling you all this? Because I write for the Self-centered Supper, duh. Just kidding — consider this your introduction to the second issue of our sense series: sight, the one that best serves La Crosse. I admit that on the days when my city smells like yeast, feels like a freezer, sounds like garbage trucks, and tastes like bland potatoes, it can be pretty difficult to love this place. But on these days, I can scale a bluff, look around, and remember why the Coulee Region is my home. — Adam Bissen
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Second Supper’s finally on the social networking bandwagon, with a whole chain of townies to answer our deliciously revealing questions. Each week, the interviewee will name someone they're connected to, who will become the next person interviewed, and so it shall continue. You see? We really are all connected.
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NAME AND AGE: Billy Poehling BIRTHPLACE: Earth CURRENT JOB: Bartender/server at The Freight House
3 MOVIES YOU’D TAKE ON A DESERTED ISLAND: Porn, porn and one more porn (how do they have a TV there?)
DREAM JOB: Game show or travel show host
TELL US A JOKE: I had better not. Mine are all way bad.
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1. Ben Sheets pitch count: 1 2. Hearts broken by Ryan Braun: 100,000 3. Overall sausage race winner: Polish 4. Beers consumed by Bob Euchre: 28,374 5. Player guy at the end of the bar is complaining about: Rickie Weeks 6. Surprise bobblehead: Glen Braggs 7. Best mustache: Robin Yount
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CITY OR COUNTRY? City
HOW DO YOU KNOW JOSH? I used to date his sister back in 1997.
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For All Ages Over 21! Second Supper vol. 9, issue 152
By Brett Emerson
brett.emerson@secondsupper.com Every time I take my glasses off, the lights look like dimes. It’s been like this ever since I got chicken pox and my eyes began to fade. Both of these things happened in one week – the week of my ninth birthday, no less. Mom said that my eyes went because I sat so close to the television, when we watched old episodes of Star Trek and the last two films of the original Star Wars trilogy on HBO. The same thing happened when I went to movie theaters as a kid – I don’t think I stopped sitting in the front row until I could drive. All sorts of psychological explanations could dredge up from these quirks of a childhood spent with my face as close to a screen as possible, but I’ll make it simple. Stories are my religion, always have been, and I am little beyond a raving zealot at the core of things. So I’ve traded in proximity for acquisition and commerce as I’ve grown older, content more with getting than with watching. The spark remains, though. Untaken. On one evening, after the sun had retreated and I had come down from the snowy mountain, I decided to continue an experiment. At the wheel of the car, in the afterglow of rush hour traffic I reached up to my face and slid my half-broken glasses down the bridge of my nose. And I drove, as the red Delano dimes of brake signals and traffic lights came back, begging me to stop. They were breathing. Expanding and contracting. The world had become a little bit alive. This began years ago, with a theory, a form of therapy, because there are points when I simply cannot look another human being in the eye. This condition varies by circumstance and is dictated mainly by my current mental state, although there are places where the gravity holds an almost total sway. Namely, work. I began an experiment in which I removed my glasses whenever I was forced to speak with anyone untrusted, anyone who expected things from me. It worked – in theory. The grubby, maddened boar eyes blurred out, as did their faces. The pleading and exasperated looks that frightened me were safe, pleasant blurs. The colors stayed. The colors I liked. It was a happy result. But there was a problem – appropriately, it was the very reason my vision went to hell in the first place. Screens. Twenty years ago the television was the only one. I might have gotten away with this idea back then, kept the glasses in a breast pocket, shoved whatever I
needed to read up to my face and dealt with it. Not now. Not in an age of computerization, of digital archives and automation. You can’t go anywhere these days without a screen feeding useless information, distraction. Light. And the light has taken over the world, turning all its words into dimes, and I can’t get by without my glasses. So the experiment, in practice, failed. But every so often, I like to see how far I can get in the blurred world. The only things keeping me on the road were the shades of last week’s snow, spreading salt and tire tracks along the concrete. Having the brake lights of a car to follow didn’t hurt, either. I drove like this for four blocks, wondering how long it would be before the car slipped onto the other side of the two-lane street, popping another car, or when I’d veer right and into the curb. It was very fortunate that neither direction happened. But I was worried. My eyes couldn’t be trusted. Each block I drove blind brought me closer to a bang-up, a curb jump, or worse, bodily injury. It became obvious that disaster was sure to follow my foolish adherence to optical liberation My glasses went back on. On the remainder of my ride home, I paid strict attention. What – or who – would my batlike wrath have run down? There was the gray hatchback which pulled in front of me. Even with vision intact, I couldn’t see its snow-camouflaged lights until they were right in front of me. The college kids, running the crosswalk to the city brewery. They were far enough ahead where they might have escaped. But there was a chance. Downtown, in the yellow lights. A man stood in the street, behind his truck’s driver door. I would have destroyed him. Thankfully, it was not to be. My car pulled onto my elevated ice boulevard which glowed of municipal inefficiency. Nobody died at my hand, and I suffered at no one’s. The experiment was a failure, a big fat zero. I could have cared less. The problem with avoiding catastrophe, those big fat oracles of “what ifs,” is that they are often invisible, unknowable. After all, you can’t regret what you haven’t done, what hasn’t happened. But there are times – thankful, fortunate times – when you can catch the barrel of a gun from the corner of one eye and twist out of range, away from a depthless aim. Take a deep breath, then, and be grateful. It’s rare to know, without a doubt, that you have made a right decision. We live under an illusion of safety, the arrogance of reset-button-down. Unlimited continues. But there are places where, once inside, one cannot buy passage out of – not with all the dimes in the world.
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By Ben Clark
benjamin.clark@secondsupper.com Eye sight is one of the most important senses we have. It helps us navigate the world around us, judge whether or not we can cross the street safely to beat that on-coming Honda Civic, or simply to put our fork in its correct position and bring it safely up to our face so we can enjoy some awesome spaghetti. The sense of sight is also one of the most complicated, and perhaps, one of the most interesting senses we have in simply understanding how it works. Join me, kiddies, into the exciting world that is sight! Back in the times of ancient Greek philosophers, the debate over how we saw was based around two groups; those who believed that the eyes emitted rays which would hit objects and would travel back to the eye for the brain to recombine. The other idea was that objects emitted special rays that could only be seen with the eyes, and in turn, were able to interpreted as such. Sight is completely based off the principles of light. The only reason we see what we see is due to how light bounces off of the objects around us. Light hits an object, and as a result, our eyes will take in the wavelengths of light that are now being reflected from that object. To completely understand how we can see that pint of beer in front of our eyes, and be able to reconcile with our brains the approximate distance in which we need to reach to grab and consume said delicious beer, we need to first understand how our eyes operate. The eye is a pretty strange organ, when you get down to it. Lungs…the heart…we all know exactly what they do and how they do it (for the most part) in each of our systems.The eyes, however, are a bit more mysterious. As the old proverb goes, “the eyes are the windows to the soul.” The eyes are able to take in rays of light and rearrange themselves to hit an array of light-sensitive cells in the retina of the eye to make a real image. Note that us mere humans are only equipped with “simple eyes,” which are only able to take in light into one concave chamber, whereas insects with “compound eyes” are able to take in those same rays of light at literally thousands of different entry points and give themselves a full 360 degree range of sight. Once those rays
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of light enter the eye, they are refracted or turned upside down and presented on a series of photosensitive cells that surround the back of the eye. These cells make up the retina. The iris of the eye is what is responsible for the amount of light that reaches the retina. If you’ve always what part of your eye makes up the color for your eyes, it’s from the iris.Within the eye, the iris also has control to change the shape of the pupil, which is responsible for the amount of light that’s allowed into the eye. For example; if you shine a bright light into the eye of an individual, his pupils will automatically begin to shrink and as a result, the dark, black areas of their eyes will appear smaller. This is to correct for the large amount of light that is entering the eye. The same thing happens when too little light enters the eye, in which the pupils open up as much as possible to let as much light pass through. Once the light has entered the eye, its refracted image is projected onto light sensitive cells near the back of the eye called the retina. Here, those same light waves are corrected and sent to the brain to be turned into the images you and I can recognize as a very close friend or a delicious can of beer sitting in front of us. This area of the eye is completely made up of a variety of photoreceptor cells which interpret for our brains the images that we see before us. These cells are made up of “rod and cone” cells, which are used to describe the cells which react to the light photons which enter our eyes.The rods are able to function in environments of less light and are able to send a basic image of the surroundings to the brain, whereas cones are able to specify the color, shape, and intensity of the light which enters the brain. Once it is interpreted by the “rod and cone” cells of the eyes, it is sent to the brain for processing, and from their there, you are able to recognize that the text that you are now reading is from the Second Supper. Human eyesight is truly an astonishing achievement (though not as astonishing as some of our “lesser” evolutionary ancestors) and as a result, we are still alive. So take it from a fellow science geek…the next time you see a beautiful sunset in the distance with your loved one by your side, take a small moment to appreciate the brilliant ability that years of evolution have given you. To quote your ancestors…it may just save your life!
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Our Favorite Sights I'm writing this on a day that the air is finally starting to weigh heavy with the unmistakable smell of spring, and the high afternoon sun is melting the now atrocious piles of snow into cold, tiny bodies of water. Sitting at my computer, I'm almost tempted to tell you about my favorite sights of the upcoming season. But no, I won't dedicate these paragraphs to the obvious; of course we all love what the shifting of seasons looks like. My all-time favorite sight, however, is one that is always available, no matter what the season. I can't get enough of things in bulk. I've been trying to decipher lately why this particular sight is such an obsession (yes, it's become that) of mine, and I can only chalk it up to a particular episode of Sesame Street I saw as a kid. It's the only episode I remember well, where the scenes of puppets counting, laughing, and dancing make way for an educational tour in the "real world." In this episode, the producers of the show take us on a journey through a Crayola crayon factory. Suddenly, I'm seeing tens of thousands — possibly hundreds of thousands — of red crayons all lined up perfectly rolling down a conveyor belt. Tons of them! All red! In another shot, the yellow crayons are waiting patiently, separated from the other colors, all ready to be mashed up together in one box. It was love at first sight. Next came a trip to Lego Land at the Mall of America. Huge jumbles of different shaped Legos, all blue, were in their own bulbous container. Same went for the others, and even the little Lego people had their own holding place. Imagine the huge collection of teensy Lego pirates, construction workers, and medieval characters smiling at you from inside the clear plastic bowl. Ha! I'm getting giddy as I type this! It never stops for me, finding things in bulk to ogle. I love it so much I take pictures of them all when I can: Huge baskets of garlic cloves. Rows of waist-high burlap sacks, each heaping with cayenne, cumin, and coriander. Green pickle buckets filled to the brim with crispy spears. Heavy, two-gallon jars of green olives.Tall towers of green M&Ms, blue M&Ms, and more, some in colors I didn't even know existed. Don't even get me started on that Skittles commercial — you know the one, where everything the guy touches turns into the beloved rainbow candy. He hits his desk, and all hell breaks loose. Skittles abound! Count that ad as one more brilliant marketing ploy for bulk-lovers like me. — Briana Rupel
My favorite sight? Easy—it’s a combination of two things that I hope to see when I wake up: any amount of sunlight and any time beginning with the number 7 (or at least 6). If my little boy wakes me up when it’s still dark outside, it’s tremendously difficult to wake up. I feel like a vampire, except I like vampires, so maybe it’s a bad analogy. I also seriously struggle if the time is 5-anything, even if it’s 5:59.There is something utterly sinister about waking up before 6:00am. — Amber Miller
When I was a youngster, my favorite activities would be to take a hike in the woods behind my house and walk down towards the creek flowing nearby. I was always mesmerized by the way that the water flowed, constant and smooth at the same time, making ripples and small whirlpools as it hit any downed trees or rocks in its path. And it would always continue on, no matter what appeared before its path. As I stood at the bank, staring down, I could see reflections of light shimmering of the surface, giving the water a type of texture and shape that I could only look at. Any attempt to touch it would disrupt the beauty I was looking at. Even today, I still find myself in that same sense of awe as I look out over the Mississippi or one of the many brooks that line Myrick marsh. This weird feeling of witnessing that is so constant which will still be here long after I'm gone. When I look out at it, I think that I'm lucky enough to catch a glimpse of something that past and future generations will see, and perhaps, they'll have the same thoughts as I do. — Ben Clark
Not often are people from elsewhere in the country jealous of us in the Midwest. We have horrible winters, horrible accents and an odd culture to go along with it (an unnatural obsession with cheese for example). But one thing that we do have that might stir some jealousy in the rest of the nation is the beautiful north woods. I’m from Minnesota and in case you haven’t heard yet, we have “10,000 lakes” all surrounded by miles upon miles of pine trees. Hey New Yorkers, be jealous. There is no doubt that my favorite sight in the world is a sunset over Straight Lake in Park Rapids, MN. I know its a little cliché; Midwest girl thinks the family cabin is the shit. But really, how can you compete with sky blue water, an endless expanse of uninterrupted wooded shoreline and a cotton candy sky? You just can’t. I’ve seen some beautiful places in my time, but nothing compares to the sight of a sunset over a lake that you can still eat the fish out of. — Emma Mayview
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Meet Steve Johnson
By Adam Bissen
adam.bissen@secondsupper.com At 45-years-old, Steve Johnson has now lived half of his life as a sighted person and half while 100 percent blind. He says he lives a more active lifestyle now than he did before losing his vision, and after spending any amount of time with the La Crosse man, it’s easy to believe him. Johnson works as the disability program navigator with the Wisconsin Job Center, a position that oversees an 8-county region. He’s an active sportsman, a diligent citizen, a connected friend, and a community advocate. Johnson lives the sort of life that would make most people — this writer included — seem boring, but it wasn’t always this way. When Johnson lost his vision at age 22 as a complication of diabetes, he felt like he lost his identity alongside it. He lost his health, a budding career as a radiologist, the mobility of driving a car, and the ability to leave his house without fear. “I struggled because I didn’t know where I was going, what I was going to do. I didn’t know who I was,” Johnson recalled this week in an interview at his office on the Western Technical College campus. To deal with his sight loss, the young Johnson turned to drinking, going out four to five times a week to drown his sorrows. “And then I thought: ‘What am I doing? I’m going to ruin my transplants and give away this second chance at life that I had been given.’ Then I started thinking and made some realizations that I hadn’t changed. I was the same person. I just couldn’t see anymore. It took a while to make that realization, but from that point things began to change.” Johnson went back to school and earned a degree in community health education at UWLa Crosse. For 10 years he’s held a job with Independent Living Resources, and he’s been employed with the job center since 2004. Using computer recognition software that reads on-screen text at a head-spinning 450 words per minute, Johnson is able to stay connected and help educate employers on the advantages
of hiring disabled workers. He also lives an active social life. He’s a bachelor now, but Johnson said he’s dated several women and keeps “a really cool home” on La Crosse’s south side that’s decorated with a contemporary outdoors theme. “I probably do more today than I did when I had sight. I was an avid hunter before I lost my sight. I’m still an avid hunter,” said Johnson, who has bagged several deer, turkeys and ducks in special disabled hunts. “It’s not the act of harvesting game. It’s the appreciation of the outdoors and seeing it ... I’m not physically seeing it now, but I’m able to bring back those memories from when I had sight, hear the sounds, smell the smells, feel the textures and be able to bring those memories back to the forefront of my mind. As I hear a blue jay, I can picture that blue jay up in the trees.” Johnson is also a tireless community advocate, serving on around 25 boards, committees, and councils around the state. Some of those positions specifically address the needs of disabled persons, but Johnson also works to expand housing and transportation for all. Despite his connections, Johnson says he’s not seeking an elected office — “I want to run from politics, not for it” — but the idea intrigues him. Today, Johnson says he’s happier than he’s ever been. He comes off as compassionate, funny, intelligent, and curious (he recently downhill skied for the first time), and when asked if there’s any advantages to be blind, Johnson says he holds no prejudices against people because of how they look. More than anything else, though, Johnson seems completely normal, the kind of guy you’d like to have as a neighbor. “My eyes don’t function. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t function,” he concludes at the end of an hour-long conversation. “The only difference between me and you is that I’ve got a cool dog.”
A day without sight
By Briana Rupel
briana.rupel@secondsupper.com I stretch my arms over my head, yawning as I open my eyes. It's 6:48 in the morning and I'm awake. It's 6:48 in the morning and I'm not blind. "Hey," I say, a bit frantically to my boyfriend, who's surprisingly also awake at this terribly early hour of the day. "Could you hand me my bandanna?" He looks at me quizzically, urging me to explain myself a little better. "Remember," I prompt, "I'm supposed to be blind today!" As he rolls over reaching toward the nightstand where my newest accessory for the day lies, he shakes his head and chuckles as if to say, "I can't believe you're actually going to do this." What I was about to do was mimic the experience of my co-worker, Adam Bissen, who donned earplugs and huge, noise-blocking earphones last month in his quest to go a day without sound. This issue — our second in a series — focuses on sight, however, and I had volunteered to dedicate a full day to the experience of being blind. I take in one last look around, peek out the curtains to see the sun I would miss all day, and tug the blindfold over my eyes. Jake laughs again. "Go back to sleep, Rambo," he jokes. Originally, as I was mapping out this article in my head before the fact, I imagined sticking with the format of a kind of journal entry, where I would note the time of day then go on explaining the events at that particular time. Funny, I didn't account for the fact that I wouldn't be able to even look at the clock. So when I woke up for the second time and saw nothing but black, it reminded me of summers at the house I grew up in. We never had air conditioning and it would get so hot that my brother and I would sleep on top of a pile of
blankets in the refreshingly thoughtless task. I did a little dance and sipped That's when I did it: I tore the bandanna off. I could lie and say that I fearlessly made cool basement. The thing my freshly poured brew. After some coffee drinking and (yes, it the entire day without giving up, but I didn't. was, there were no windows down there, so we would sightless) note taking, I felt up for the task of In all honesty, I felt guilty and I felt like a failsleep until noon, sometimes showering. Out of habit, I reached for the light ure. I thought about those who live their entire later, our eyes tricking us switch then stopped, realizing the ridiculous- lives without their sight; those who don't have into thinking it was still ness of turning a light on. As I adjusted the the easy option of just yanking a blindfold off nozzles to my desired water temperature, I just to make things easier. I became so frusnighttime. Thus, though I had no idea thought about how low a blind person's elec- trated only within a few hours, the whole time what time it was, I decided trical bill must be. To my surprise, showering knowing that my blindness was just temporary, to get up right then for fear wasn't even that difficult. For a second I paused I couldn't imagine how I would react if a docof possibly sleeping for half before I began washing my hair, wondering if I'd tor told me I would never see again. Though I of the day and thereby ruin- grab the conditioner instead of the shampoo, couldn't take back the act of giving up, I shook ing my blind experiment. I since they're the same brand and in bottles of the defeated feelings off. All I could do was try felt around for the edge of the same shape. I remembered, though, that again. Bandanna re-wrapped around my eyes, the bed and wandered out the shampoo was almost empty. So I groped of the bedroom, arms in around for the two bottles, chose the lighter I now had no qualms about setting foot into front of me like a zombie, one, and confidently scrubbed my head, know- the public with my temporary blindness. I was already anticipating the mo- ing I was using the right product. Stepping out ready to go all out, disregarding the probabilment when I would surely of the tub onto the tile, I was feeling genuinely ity of humiliation and odd looks shot my way, to get the most out of this experience. Hell, I crash into something. I optimistic about the hours that would follow. But the next couple of hours wouldn't wouldn't see those looks anyway. After a short thought about the possibil- ity of really hurting myself prove to be that easy. I banged my knuckles on ride in the Jeep, Jake was leading me down the — maybe slipping on ice or the corner of a wall. I stubbed my toe on the sidewalk of Pearl Street. It was beer time. Stepfalling down a set of stairs — bedpost as I was searching for clothes to wear. ping into Yesterdays, I was met by only voices and pleaded in my head with I almost stepped off of the side of the outdoor of the patrons, almost all of whom I knew. Afsome higher power above. porch steps, where that lack of health insur- ter explaining why I had my eyes covered up, "Please, please, please, please ance surely would have come to bite me in the I bellied up to the bar and asked for a pint of don't let me get hurt today,' I ass. I started to open the door to go outside, Alpha King. Feeling around in my purse for my begged, squinting my already realized I didn't have my sweatshirt, and spent wallet, I realized I had no idea how I would diften minutes groping around the house aimless- ferentiate between bills. Sitting next to me was shrouded eyes, 'I don't have health insurance!" I set aside my worries for the moment ly, trying to remember where I put it. I couldn't my friend Alicia, who helped me as I fingered and proceeded to get on with my morning check for missed calls on my phone. I couldn't through my money. "That's a one," she began. "That's a one... ritual. Coffee. I needed coffee. I thought about go online to see if my friend had responded how I would make it. I'd fill the carafe until I to my email. I couldn't even make another pot that's a one...there! That's a five!" I stuck the felt water overflowing onto my hand. Knowing of coffee because I didn't know where exactly $5 bill out in front of me, not knowing whether then it was full, I'd pile the ground goodness the filters and the coffee itself were. All of this, Liz, the bartender, was there waiting for it or high in the filter, in anticipation of a strongly- coupled with a general feeling of isolation, cul- whether she had walked away. brewed, full pot that would last me an hour or minated into a peak of frustration so high that see Blind, page 14 two (truly). Lo and behold, coffee was already I was swearing and almost had tears in my eyes. made. "Here, let me get it for you," Jake offered. "No, no, no," I insisted. I wanted to see if I could do it myself. He protested at first, citing the possibility of me burning myself or spilling all over, but I remained confident. In my lifetime, I've probably poured myself thousands of cups of coffee. I didn't see why I couldn't do it blind for once. I thought about people who really are blind. Surely, help from a loved one — or a complete stranger — is appreciated, but does it ever become too much? Does the questioning of their capability Great Study lead to fierce feelings of wanting less e r i W Environment right to validate their independence? Free t! e n I wanted to prove, mostly r e t across from In to myself, that I could do it. I Onalaska High! reached into the cupboard and Ten g i B , felt around for a mug. 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20% OFF Erika awoke to bars of sunlight invading through the blinds and teasing her. She carefully rubbed tiny grains of sand from her eyes, but she wasn’t certain she wanted to see anything. Max’s vivid infidelity had severely diminished her appetite for seeing things. Hadn’t she read somewhere that sight is the dominant sense because it is most connected with the will? The problem was, she didn’t seem to want anything at all. What fascinated Erika was the way the words for senses had a habit of morphing into something else. The way feeling became emotion; the way listening became paying attention; the way smell became something insidious or rotten; the way taste became a high standard of discernment: and finally, the way seeing became understanding. A vision might be the accurate measure of how well you saw, or just as easily, something you only thought you saw. And of course it might be an experience beyond the ordinary explanations of the world. Each sense had its own metaphorical projection. Which might just be the explanation for what had happened. Somehow she had become a visionary, rather than a person who simply sees. Maybe it happened just as she saw it; maybe nothing happened. Which would explain the casual way Max spoke to her afterward, and the "what me?" look on his face. It seemed to imply she had imagined it all, even though it had happened in their apartment, on their bed, when she came home from the university a few hours early. Strangely enough, the vision itself was all beauty, two bodies moving together in soft luminescence. Erika had always thought Max was beautiful, but she had never seen him from this angle of detachment before. Even stranger was how she was affected by the beauty of the woman who was enjoying Max on their bed. She knew she should hate the interloper, but she didn’t. She should have felt disgust, but instead she stood quietly for a while, taking it in. It wasn’t until after walking for an hour in the late winter snow that she realized how sad she was going to be, and that the vision would stay with her now, coming back whenever it pleased. She could almost envy Oedipus, although putting out his own eyes only made him see everything more clearly. In a way, the world finally made sense to the blind Oedipus. She wasn’t sure she wanted that. Everything was confused by Max taking his time to leave. He would come by and talk for hours, taking no more than a shirt or a CD when he left. She didn’t want him there, but she didn’t want him to leave either. The feeling of loneliness when he left was no better than the tumbling she felt in her stomach when he was there. One day she took a drive in the country, which was something that usually cheered her up. A cloudy warm front had moved in, and
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the gray seemed to seep into everything: corn stalks, dried grass, dried vines clinging to the icy fence lines. Even the deer crossing the clearing seemed changed, their soft brown coats infected with gray. Something seemed to be affecting her sight. And the vision kept coming at unpredictable times, just as she was falling asleep, or in the middle of trying to clean the apartment, Max and the woman, their hands moving slowly over each other’s bodies. Then she met Amos.Accidental Amos she called him, slightly older, slightly graying at the temples, and slightly balding, but then a little maturity might be a good thing after Max. Amos was also very gentle, in a rugged way. His big hands looked red and worn by work, but somehow elegant. She liked the way he went down on his knees so quickly when her groceries went crashing to the pavement. There was nothing calculated about how he acted. He simply saw what needed to be done and did it. He was a truck driver, some kind of delivery man, and he lacked Max’s sophistication, but what did that matter? He was someone you could talk to. He could listen to someone else’s story for an hour without a sign of restlessness. He tilted his head slightly to one side and toward her when she spoke, as if he wanted to get everything she said. She especially liked that about him. But who named their son Amos anyway? After an Old Testament figure who preached justice for a very short time (was it just a day?) and then disappeared. A prophet whose words and deeds no one seemed to recall. A seer whose vision few, if any, shared. She couldn’t remember how that went. But it had been a mistake to invite him over to the apartment, “their” apartment, after the play. For one thing, she wasn’t sure what she wanted from him, and besides, Max’s things were an embarrassment. She had been unable to box them up or even hide them somewhere. She kept Amos busy talking and doing little chores until it was time for him to go and then she didn’t want him to. She even kissed him. She would make love to him, if she could just get Max out of her mind. . As Amos slept on the couch the vision came back suddenly. She walked silently to him, hoping he could make it stop, maybe hold her. She tried to explain it to him, but it was hopeless. She could see that in his sleepy eyes and befuddled expression. She laughed in embarrassment and went back to her room. The vision seemed to have abated anyway. In the morning he was gone. Not a word, not a note. Nothing. Amos, the one-day wonder, the prophet of a single night who led her to something like understanding and then disappeared, without a word, in the early light of morning.
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Heller Mason is looking up
By Brett Emerson
brett.emerson@secondsupper.com Calling Heller Mason an undiscovered treasure doesn’t require a great amount of imagination. As its center of gravity, Todd Vandenberg whispers softness and sweetness atop basic lines of acoustic guitar, around which an orchestra of repertory players — drummers, cellists, pianists, and so on – fill in the blanks without falling into them. The title of Heller Mason’s first full-length release, “Minimalist and Anchored,” is an apt description of Vandenberg’s musical style: simple, focused, direct, avoiding the whiny pity fuck indulgences by which many acoustic guitar singers suffer. Heller Mason makes beautiful music. What’s more, Vandenberg can talk Wesley Willis. After an opening slot at the Warehouse on February 12, the Appleton transplant stood by the merch booth and laughed about Willis’ documentary, telling stories about a show he attended where the schizophrenic demo button master head-butted fans and tried to gouge them for money. Vandenberg’s music is gorgeous, but his knowledge of the Daddy of Rock n’ Roll makes him glorious. Hours before this disclosure, I lounged on a couch beneath the Warehouse’s KMFDM sigil, banging out homework on my computer. After a few moments a tall, skinny jeaned guy with a full beard and Southern gentleman’s coif climbed into the pink and purple stage lights, acoustic guitar in hand. As Vandenberg had explained in pre-show communication, Heller Mason operates on two levels, as a studio ensemble and a solo live act. It turned out that the translation isn’t as jarring as could be expected. As I was already familiar with his music, my brain filled in those aforementioned blanks as he played, yet the music beyond these ghosts was as striking and uncluttered as had been put to disc. Heller Mason swam through gray plains and deep breath, pulling all of that music into a single focal point and firing it into the dark. It worked. After the set, I introduced myself to Vandenberg at the side of the stage. When I returned to my seat a minute later, a couple had appropriated the couch and was lying on my computer, making out. Such is the power of Heller Mason. The power of Todd Vandenberg, in contrast,
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lies in the fact that he isn’t an artist with an agenda. Partly due to being 30, married, and having bills to pay, he doesn’t tour, merchandise, or promote himself on the Internet. Heller Mason is its own reward. “I wouldn’t ever say that music is a full-time thing,” Vandenberg said. “It was August of ’07 when I came to La Crosse to do AmeriCorps at Viterbo. I did that for a year and then I stayed to go back to school for a teaching degree, but I wasn’t really feeling it. I’ve been working coffee shop jobs, and I work in an afterschool program right now, as well. I’d like to get something that’s more like what I was doing in AmeriCorps, human services. Music is not something that I really want to make a career of. It’s been fun, though!” Coming from more conventional rock bands, Vandenberg created Heller Mason in 2001. Three years later, he toured a month on the West Coast and released an EP of six songs that would later find a place on “Minimalist and Anchored” in 2006. “The first album happened where I thought I was going to do this album with some cello, some female vocals, maybe a little electric guitar and bass. This drummer friend of mine heard it and wanted to put drums to it. I didn’t put anything to a click track, but he did it anyway. Then I met a guitarist who put more on it, and so on.” Where the first album was an off-the-cuff affair, Vandenberg described Heller Mason’s new album, “The Mess I’ve Made,” as a focused work. “There are a lot of the same people who came back. A couple of the guys played pedal steel, so some of it’s got that country shuffle feel and might be called a little alt-country. But I’ve got my roots in punk rock, so that’s where I’m coming from. There are a lot of different things going on.” Vandenberg was quick to credit his supporting players for the sound of his recordings. “My albums wouldn’t be the same without those people on them. My cello player was a professor at Lawrence University in Appleton who now just plays music. On the first album, he came in without hearing any of the songs and without tuning. He listened to the songs once and then made up everything on the fly and double-tracked it. Everything was first take except for one song. “I’m a huge fan of Nick Drake, and he was always kind of the anchor of all the stuff going on around him, playing with label mates who were way more popular than he was at the time. I have a simple approach and I like words, and that’s a really important part of it, but the musicians who play are pros.These are as much their albums as they are mine.” This humility and lack of agenda does not obscure Vandenberg’s personal ambition. “I’ve got another album ready to go, 12 to 20 songs I could play. I think the next one will be more chill, a little less rock, unless the drummer gets his hands on it. Kind of an unknown, ultimate goal is to do stripped-down acoustic guitar songs, or me doing most of the instruments. Until then…” In the meantime, there are two very, very good albums floating around La Crosse, made by a musician who, though he isn’t looking for a career in music, is certainly talented enough to get one.
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Super Mega #1 Musical Rorschach Test! Greeting, jerks! Welcome to the inaugural edition of The Designer’s Drugs, where your humble megalomaniac will review whatever I damn well feel like. In honor of this auspicious debut, I’m going to clear my desk of all the promotional discs clutter and Rorschach Test these babies.The rules are simple: I listen and write the first thing that comes to mind. Good fun, right? BEGIN!
Ace Enders & A Million Different People – When I Hit the Ground:
Daddy never loved me, so I became the living embodiment of the scene in “Say Anything” where John Cusack holds aloft a boombox and cranks “In Your Eyes.” The role of John Cusack will be played by Tammi Faye Bakker, mid-mascara meltdown.
The Vox Jaguars: Oi! Let’s rhyme swagger with dagger! Ooright! Sleeping in the Aviary – Expensive Vomit in a Cheap Hotel: Neat title. Still, it begins with the type of boring rock pap you hear in a car commercial full of smiley tanned kids pulling surfboards out of their SUV.The rest is hollow reverb and clangy strings.This is a Modest Mouse Pilotfish with an Everclear headlight.
Kristoff Krane – This Will Work for Now: Begins with the speed-rap that kills stenographers dead. Evidence of angsty bass squat. Fluctuation. The scientist spins the Spirograph and rhymes styles like a psychopath.
Combichrist – Today We Are All Demons: Opening with a voicemail concerning a guy going to jail and a girl overdosing on sleeping pills? Gee, I hope this isn’t Skinny Puppy Trance with faux Dope vocals! Oops. Shit. Note to Trance musicians: don’t talk, don’t sample talking, don’t sing. Shut the fuck up and stick to the beats. Keep the sinister white trash anguish out.
Roxy Epoxy & the Rebound – Bandaids on Bullet Holes: I’m a bad girl. A very bad girl. The bouncy pop punk tells you so. Behold my tartan crotchless panties and obey! Suicide Girls rulz fer fuckin’ sure!
Joshua Franke – Dry Ink: Mantras in a dimly lit roach motel. Splish. Plink piano. A harp?
Neat! Layers, layers. The middle floats. A coincidental dying pelican? Untz. Origami unraveling. Make money!
Porcupine – The Trouble with You: Best album art – Shark nurses and dudes in underwear. Stomp, rock, bounce, guitar. Whoa, whoa! Collegiate. A little Foo toward the end.
BEST IN SHOW: Kristoff Krane, Joshua Franke, Porcupine. Good babbling times! — Brett Emerson
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Reviews: Your Guide to Consumption Sundown Dark Berghoff Brewery Monroe, Wisconsin
This week, Beer Corner makes a rare foray into the Berghoff Brewery, a perfectly adequate Wisconsin brand that has persisted without hype since 1887. No one brags about drinking a Berghoff. No one mails a sixer to their friends in California, and — as far as I can tell — no one has ever said “Man, I could sure go for a Berghoff right now!” In the year I’ve held this gig, I’ve only reviewed one Berghoff beer — this despite the brand being varied, affordable, and widely available — and I’m pretty sure I panned it (it was a summer wheat), so this is a good week to rectify the sleight. We’ll do that with the Sunset Dark, a fine Germanstyle lager that’s available year-round but was familiar to none of my immediate friends. After drinking one, I don’t believe I’ll keep it a secret much longer. The quality of Sundown Dark is apparent at the pour: resiny brown with a creamy offwhite head that sticks to the glass and stays well. For a lager, the aroma is heavy on toasted malts with an unexpectedly hoppy background. That stateliness continues with a first sip that
hits dryly and slides across the tongue Appearance: 7 with nutty notes. Clearly, this isn’t Aroma: 7 the sort of cheap dark lager that’s Taste: 8 been proliferating lately by the likes Mouthfeel: 6 of Anheuser Busch. After the hop en- Drinkability: 7 trance, malts introduce a creaminess to the palette and Total: 35 even bring out some chocolate and toasted caramel sweetness that’s rarely found in beers of this style — especially at this price range — and some dark fruit flavors even emerge as the it warms. Hops return at the finish, giving the Sundown Dark a dry edge to a genuinely well-rounded beer, albeit a light-bodied one. That thin mouthfeel is the biggest drawback to the lager, and probably the only hint that it’s produced by an economy brewer. When I was a starving student in Madison — where craft beers cost quite a bit more — there was a significant Berghoff following among my peers.With the sunset of this economy, perhaps it’s time to bring one to La Crosse. — Adam Bissen
Bizzaro Masterpiece Theatre Flesh Gordon (1974) Director Michael Beneveniste, Howard Ziehm Cast: Jason Williams, Suzanne Fields, William Dennis Hunt Writer: Michael Beneveniste Bwahaha! I, the great Emperor Wang, have wrested control of Bizarro Masterpiece Theatre! You Earthlings are helpless against my virile powers of critical observation! Now I shall enact my sinister plan to rewrite the histories of Planet Porno to favor me instead of that dastardly do-gooder, Flesh Gordon! Ah, the '70s. Your Earth-decade was a glorious time, rife with disco, hedonism, and feathered hairstyles – if you get the cut of my jib. Bwahaha! Though I must take issue with the historical liberties taken by the creators of Flesh Gordon’s biographical propaganda, I cannot fault the era’s bold usage of special effects, Batmanesque fight scenes, full frontal nudity, and the orgies – oh, the orgies! Even thinking about it now, after all these years, makes me randy as a goat! You know, I wasn’t always a sex-crazed despot. When I was young, I was Planet Porno’s premier horticulturist. Life was good in those days, until a blunder involving a Penis Flytrap cost me my manhood. So I got pissed off, usurped Planet Porno, and fired a sex-ray at your pitiful planet! What would you have done, Earth-plebeians? For that matter, what’s your problem with falling prey to a sex-ray, anyway? Your hero, Flesh Gordon, that archetype
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of orgiastic Puritanism, flew in a penis-shaped rocketship to Planet Porno to meddle with my perverted plans. The prick! Gordon’s treason was aided by his tastefully nude she-bitch, Dale Ardor, as well as a Rasputin looking, Power Pasty wielding mad scientist, Flexi Jerkoff, and Prince Precious, the deposed head of Porno who garbs himself in similar fashion to that 50 year old Peter Pan on your internets. This festering foursome traipsed through the land, battling schlong monsters, one-eyed lesbians, toilet trapdoors, my army of Dildos, even a titanic claymation monster voiced by the future star of TV’s “Coach,” Craig T. Nelson! And nary sexmaddened deviant could halt their rampage! What the fuck! So my glorious reign of Planet Porno came to an end. I bided my time, returning in the lame 80s to star in the Huey Lewis themed, but otherwise subpar and bushless, “Flesh Gordon Meets the Cosmic Cheerleaders,” where I, as Cyber Emperor Wang, was… well, also defeated. But fear not, my loyal devotees! Emperor Wang abides, ready to unleash another perverted plot upon the citizens of the universe. As for the rest of you simpering Earthlings, I’m going to burn your fucking planet to the ground! Unless that Orgazmo fellow gets in my way. I hear that he’s got a sex ray, too. Toodles! — Emperor Wang
Ethiopian Yirga Cheffe Bean Juice Oh how glorious it is to travel to the birthplace of our beloved! This week, I tasted a very special coffee at Bean Juice — Ethiopian Yirga Cheffe. Ethiopia is where it all began — coffee is native to the region, and legend has it that a goat farmer named Kaldi observed his goats nibbling on the ripe red cherries of a certain shrub. The goats would then frolic gaily about on the highlands of Eastern Africa. Kaldi, smart man that he must have been, decided to give those cherries a try, et voilà — coffee was born. Many modifications followed as the coveted fruit passed from hand to hand, and eventually the seeds in the center of the cherries were roasted, ground, and brewed into the darling of all drinks. An accurate description of this brew can be elusive — some of the flavor experiences are fleeting and only show up for a precise moment in coffee-time, disappearing from the cup and your palate, possibly unnoticed. Others are embedded deeply into mystery, escaping an easy adjective, hidden forever from the undiscerning tongue. If you can’t figure out just what this café tastes like, I’ll do the work for you! It has a markedly floral aroma that is followed nicely by an acidity that is just bright enough to make itself known, but not so biting as to offend. The prime flavors of fruits — mostly strawberries and mangoes — are held easily in the arms of the light body, like a mother holding a baby, delicate but firm simultaneously. As the coffee
continues to travel your tongue, a new flavor arises sharply. This is when you may furrow your brow, scratch your head like a math professor, and say, “What is that flavor, exactly?” (Told you it was elusive!) You begin to slurp your coffee loudly, smacking your tongue aggressively after each sip, much to the chagrin of fellow coffee-goers (the ones who just want “regular” coffee and care not about the complexities that awash their taste buds daily). After much noise, it comes to you. It’s the classic “moka” flavor that appears in many coffees, a combination of fruits — which you already knew about — and chocolate.They pair so closely together that it’s difficult to pick them apart, and thus name them. Mild earthy notes appear here and there, and essences of citrus come out too, but so mildly that they are more like memories than precise flavors. The intricacies of this brew burst into existence and subsequently fall back out again, but hopefully, they fall not from tongue-memory.. — Amber Miller
Gettin' Shuggy with it Oh hi, right now I am streaming a well known weekly radio show called American Routes hosted by Nick Spitzer. American Routes comes out of a studio in the French Quarter of New Orleans and airs on public radio. The program’s focus is on the various musical styles that have blossomed in the United States, genres such as jazz, blues, folk, bluegrass, Cajun, zydeco, gospel, and old timey country, as well as others. While many of you may find these genres of music passé, all of them have influenced the music you most likely do listen to in one way or another. The particular episode I am listening to right now is being broadcast live from the House of Blues while Mardi Gras is going on, and the music on this show is a reflection of that annual celebration. There is a mixture of dixieland jazz, Cajun swamp funk, and jump blues, basically the stuff you would hear if you were in the Big Easy for the carnival without all the drawbacks like the raunchy smell of vomit and urine that coats Bourbon Street or having to deal with the obnoxious sea of Southern bros that have had one too many. New Orleans
perhaps has the richest musical heritage of any American city, from being the cradle of jazz that launched Louis Armstrong into the national spotlight to it’s modern day distinctive sound. It even gave us the current heavy hitter in hip hop, Lil Wayne. While Mardi Gras will be over by the time you read this, you can still appreciate the music of N’awlins and the joie de veve particular to that area of the planet that comes through the music while letting the good times roll, even if you aren’t adorned in cheap plastic beads or flashing strangers on the streets. On this particular program, performing live were Dr. Michael White and his Liberty Jazz Band, the young Cajun band Feufollet, New Orleans jump blues legend Deacon John, as well as a recording from the legendary Professor Longhair. If New Orleans music doesn’t wet your whistle, there are ten years worth of archives you can podcast that cover the full spectrum of American roots music on their site. Do yourself a favor and google it. — Shuggypop Jackson
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Blind, cont. from page 9 "Here you go, Bri," Liz said with a bit of polite caution in her voice. I heard the quiet clink of the glass hitting the bar top. "I'm setting it right here in front of you, okay?" I sipped my beer. In a situation where I would normally meander throughout the crowd, stopping to chat and goof around with the people I know, it was an unsettling feeling to stay put on the barstool. Sure, I chatted with friends who approached me, but I was never sure if they remained by my side or not. On a couple of occasions, I caught myself still talking to someone who had went to get another drink or had left to go to the bathroom. Eventually, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, without the plethora of things to look at catching my eye and distracting me. With about an hour left before bowling (did I mention it was league night? Ha!) I awkwardly stumbled into Ye Old Style Inn to get a bite to eat with Jake. "Hey man," someone said with a hearty laugh. "Why you got your girl blindfolded?!" Jake started to explain, but I had already begun to feel unaffected, solely because I couldn't see. I knew countless pairs of eyes were upon us, but I didn't care anymore. The darkness made me feel invisible and untouchable, the way a child feels completely hidden under a blanket. "Wait a second," the same male voice continued with surprise, "I think I know her!" I suddenly recognized the voice. It was Robert, a guy I know only because he worked across the street from my old apartment, and I used to see him outside on breaks when I'd be leaving or coming home. After catching up briefly, he posed a challenge. "I wanna see you walk from here all the way to the bathroom door," he said, nudging me with his elbow. Again, I had to prove I could do it. I dug into my memory and visualized the layout of the building.Within less than a minute, I had reached the women's bathroom door, and was on my way back to the bar, where my sandwich was waiting warmly for me. "There's a pool table to your right, Hun," a stranger's voice called out to me. I was actually touched by how willing people were to help me out. Even if they may have thought my experiment was silly, I appreciated that everyone I encountered was cool
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with playing along. Reclaiming my seat at the bar, I munched on my BLT quietly. It's common knowledge to know that the food is good when nobody's talking, but this particular episode of silence didn't rely solely on the quality of dinner. I was focusing on other things: the extra crunchy bacon, the extra crisp lettuce, and the perfectly toasted bread. I hadn't eaten much all day, and what would have normally been a hasty experience of pure satiation turned into a more thorough exploration of texture and flavor. And I didn't even get a splotch of mayo on my shirt. The last stop of the day was Pla-Mor Lanes. Those of you who are devoted readers — or who know me well enough — know that I bowl on a Monday night league. My plan all along was to end my blind experience once I picked up the ball, but I decided to push it a bit further.After being led to the center of my lane, I hoisted the bowling ball up to my chest and took a breath. I focused on the position I had played out so many times before and released the ball, hoping it would glide down the alley to glory. No heroic story here, though. I sank a mad gutter ball, almost immediately.With that, I removed the blindfold for the second, and final, time. It was strange. I had become almost comfortable in my own personal dark cocoon, tapping stronger into my other senses, relying on them with more need than I thought I would. The number of people surrounding me was almost uncomfortably larger than I had imagined. The lights were too fluorescently jarring. And my eyes itched with the intensity of someone having a sudden allergic outbreak. I grabbed a chair at a nearby table, waiting for my next turn to bowl, and couldn't help but think back to earlier in the day. It was surely the most gratifying moment of this experience. Hours before, I had blindly reached for the doorknob and stepped outside for the first time that day. As I sipped coffee perched on the porch stairs, I couldn't see the sun — I could feel it. I couldn't see the wind tossing the tree branches around, the bright red cardinals in those branches calling out, or the children at the neighboring school laughing — I could hear it. I didn't need my sight to appreciate the beautiful day. I had already developed the vision in my mind.
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COMMUNITY SERVICE [ Area food & drink specials ] LA CROSSE All Star Lanes Arena 4735 Mormon Coulee 109 3rd st.
Alpine Inn Animal W5715 BlissHouse rd. 110 3rd st.
Alumni 620 Gillette st. Beef & Etc.
1203 La Crosse st.
Barrel Inn 2005 West ave. Barrel Inn 2005 West ave. Beef & Etc. 1203 La Crosse st. Brothers Bruisers 306 Pearl st. 620 Cass Big Al’sst. 115 S 3rd st. The Cavalier The Cavalier 114 5th ave.
Sunday
Monday
ALLfor NEW! 3 games $5 starts at 8 p.m. text
3 games for $5 starts Arenaat 8 p.m.
bucket special $2.00 Domestic Silos $2.50 Jack Daniel Mixers $2.00 Goldschlager
Beer Pong $7.00 w/dog 4Italian Cansbeef 8-close meal: $6.69 Pizza Puff meal: $4.49 2 for 1 cans &
bottles during 2 for 1 bottles and cans Packer games during the game 2.25 for mini pitcher
$1 off apps closed Happy Hour All Day 20 wings and 5 of miller lites free pitcher beer $15 large or sodaforwith
pizza
114 5th ave.
CheapShots Chances R 318 Pearl st. 417 Jay st.
CheapShots Chuck’s 318 Pearl st. 1101 La Crosse st.
Chuck’s Joe’s Coconut 1101Pearl La Crosse st. 223 st.
Coconut Joe’s Dan’s Place 223 3rd Pearlst.st. 411
$2.50 beers 7 - CL
$3.00 Domestic Pitchers, $1 domestic 12 oz $2.00 Shots of Cuervo, $2 StoliGoldschlager mixers Rumpleminz,
closed $3 Pitchers 1.75 Rails $1 dom. taps, Dr. $4 imports, shots, $2 rails, pintmixers, Irish Bud,full $3 calls all apps, $4 Bomb top shelf Car
Buck Night starts at 6 p.m. to 83361
Bud Night 6 - CL: bottles $1$1.75 Domestic Taps $2$5 Craft Import Taps pitchers $2.50 Vodka Mixers $1 Shot Menu $7 22oz tbone 16oz top sirloin 9.75 sutffed sirloin 8 jack daniels tips 8 $1 shots of meatball sandwich Doctor, cherry doctor - 8-cl meal: $6.69 Happy hour 4-6 $1.75 cans, $2 mix drinks 2 Chicago dogs meal:
$5.891/4 barrel
giveaway Buck Burgers 8-11 $1 burgers 1/4 Barrel giveaway during Monday night meatballfootball sandwich
meal: $6.15 2 dogs meal: $ 5.25 Kids Eat$2.50 Free With Blatz vs. Old Style Adult meat orpitchers marinara $3.00 Long Islands spaghetti: $3.45 Italian sausage: $4.95 Martini Ladies' Night Martini Madness James Martini: vodka, triple $2 off all martinis sec, orange juice
712- CL - 7: $1 domestic 12 oz 2-4-1 rails $2 Stoli mixers
Tuesday Wednesday Thursday
$2.50 Select imports/craft Beers $2.50 Top shelf Mixers $2 Mich Golden bottles
3 games for $5 starts at 7 p.m. for specials
Import Ladies drink night free Rails and Domestic starts at 7Light p.m.Tap Beer 9-11pm on the Dance Floor
Happy Hour64-p.m. CL- 9 p.m. M-F $2 $2.50 DomesticSparks Silos $2.50 Premium Silos $2.50 Three Olive Mixers $2. Goldschlager
$1 softshell tacos $1 shots of meal: doctor, Italian beef cherry $6.69 doctor Chicago chili dog: $3.89 Bucket Night 6 beers
for $9meal: Italian beef $6.15 Chicago chili dog: $3.45 Thirsty - $1 Mexi-Night
AUCD Taps and Rails
25 cent hot wings $1 shots of Dr. 25 cent wings Dollar
domestic pitchers barrel parties at cost $4.50 domestic pitchers Pitcher and Pizza $10
shots of Doctor hamburger meal: 8-1 $6 sandgrilled chicken $3.69 wich meal: $5.29 HAPPY HOUR 3 PM - 8 cheeseburger PM meal: Polish sausage meal: 10 cent wings (9 - CL) $3.89 $3.99 Wristband $12-4-1 High Life bottles Burgers Rib Nite $1.50 rail Pitchers mixers$2.60 Tuesday soup orNight salad bar Soft Shellyour Tacos $1.25 make own $2.25 burgers, Kul Light $5 Beer Pong @10 p.m. $2 Guinness pints tacos, $4.75 taco salad cheeseburgers, $2.50 Margaritas Wii Night$2 off FREE with entree or $2.25 margaritas, $2 HAPPY large pizza, $1 fries4 - 7 sandwich until 3 p.m. HOUR ($3.95 by itself) off largeclosed taco pizza with $1 anyDr. pizza for 1 $5 6 - 8 p.m. 6- shots 8 All 2Mojitos $3 Jager Bombs taps $1.50 rails/domestics $1.50 taps
$1.25 beers & rails
$.50 Ladies: domestic2taps, for$11 microbrews, $3 domestic Guys: $1.50 Coors pitchers, $6 microbrew and Kul Light bottles pitchers
$2 Malibu $2.00 Cruzan madness Rum Mixers, $2.50$2 Jameson Shots, $3.00 pineapple Mixers
$1 rail mixers $3.00 Patron Shots $2 Bacardi mixers
Build your own Bloody Mary 16oz Mug - $4.00
Homemade Pizza & PItcher of Beer $9.00 $5.99 $5.99 gyro gyro fries fries & & soda soda
127 dr. st. 1128Marina La Crosse
Football Sunday $1.75 domestic JB’s Speakeasy 11-7 happy hour, free The Helm 717 Rose st. food,bottles $1.50 bloody, 1/2
108 3rd st
price pitchers DTB
Arterial
$1.50 U call domestics and rails
1003 16th st
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(increases 50 cents per Great drinks! hour) $1 rails
10 - CL: $1.50 rails Hour 12 - 7
$2.00 Captain Mixers
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Happy Hour 12 - 7 cents off most items
$2.00 Malibu, $2.50 Jaeger, $3.00 Jaeger Bombs
$2 Tuesdays, including Wristband All day Everyday: $1 Doctor $2 Silos. off everything but the daily special$2.50 JUMBO CAPTAIN AND buy one get one Domestic $2 bottles, import taps, Night After Class $3 beerMIXERS ('til 6 p.m.) Ladies' Nite out 1.50 Raill $.50 pong, taps Domestic 3.00 beer apps, single FLAVORED BACARDI Guys'closed Nite out 1.50 silos $5 COLLEGE I.D. Pitchers $1.75 Rails Holmen Meat Locker Jerky mixers/ $2.50 X bombs pitchers shot mixers, featured $3.00 JAGER BOMBS Raffle $9 general public shots, and 50 cent taps $2 Tuesdays, including BUFFALO, SMOKEY BBQ, PLAIN Happy Hour 7 - 9. $2 for all single shot mixers and all beers. $1 Ladies Night $2 bottles, import taps, $1.00 PABST AND PABST LIGHT Topless Karaoke live DJ Wristband Night buy one, get one free $2.50 JUMBO CAPTAIN AND Karaoke FLAVORED Kul Light BOTTLES$1.50 ROLLING ROCK closed beer pong, apps, single Tuesday $1 shot specials $1 shot specials BOTTLES $5 COLLEGE I.D. BACARDI MIXERS wear a bikini, drink free shot mixers, featured cans $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $1.00 SHOT $9 general public $3.00 JAGER BOMBS shots, and 50 cent taps OF THE WEEK
HAPPY HOURshrimp EVERYDAY 3 - 6 chili chicken burrito verde primavera $1.25 Bucket of Domestic 25 Cent Wings BURGERS Cans 5 for $9.00
9-clNBC Mary night. (Night Bloody Before Class) $3 pitchspecials ers of the beast - 2 4-9 p.m. Happy10 Hour
mojitos $3 bloodys $2 Cherry Bombs $1.50 $1 Bazooka Joes 'til noon
upsidedown cake
football night domestic beer:Pizza $1.50 Homemade Mexican beer: $2.00 & PItcher of Beer
Huck Finn’s Howie's
$6.75 shrimp dinner 50 cent taps 4 - 7
Italian beef meal: $6.15 2 Chicago dog meal: $3.00 Bacardi mixers/ $3.45
WING NIGHT-$1.25/LB M-F: Happy HourBBQ, 2-6PLAIN $.50 BUFFALO, SMOKEY $1.00 PABST AND PABST LIGHT BOTTLES$1.50 ROLLING ROCK RING TOSS NIGHT BOTTLES 3 Rings for $1 $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $1.00 SHOT OF THENIGHT-$1.25/LB WEEK WING
chicken & veggie fajitasown Build your for Mary two Bloody 16oz Mug - $4.00
1908 Campbell rd.
$2 Cherry Bombs $1 Bazooka Joes
beers & rails 7 -$1.00 midnight 7 - midnight 7 - CL All day, everyday: Shots of Doctor, $2.00 Cherry Bombs, $1.75 Silos of Busch Light/Coors 7 - midnight Happy
FiestaHollow Mexicana Fox 5200 Mormon Coulee
Gracie’s Gracie’s 1908 Campbell rd.
pepper & egg sandwich meal: $4.50, fish sandwich meal: $4.99, ItalianCaptain sausage meal: $3.00 mixers/ mojitos $6.15 Fish Fry
7 - midnight 7- CL: $2 Malibu madness Guys' Night $2 pineapple $1.25 upsidedown cake
7 - midnight 7- CL: $1 rail mixers $2 Ladies' BacardiNight mixers
chicken Topless primavera Tuesday
N3287 County rd. OA 1904 Campbell
$2.50 X-Rated Mixers $2 Captain Mixers $2 Premium Grain Belt $2 Snake Bites
batterfried cod, fries, Italian beef meal: pepper & egg sandwich beans, and garlic bread $6.69 meal: $5.50$5.00 2 Chicago dog meal: Italian sausage meal: $6.69 $4.50$5.89
7 - midnight 7 - CL 7- CL: 3- CL: Ladies: 2 for 1 Tequila’s chips & salsa, Margarita Monday 2 Beers, 1 topping pizza Guys: $1.50 Coors $2 Coronas, $2.50 $2.50 $11 and Kul Light bottles Mike’s, Mike-arita (rocks only) Tequila’s chips & salsa, Mexican Monday $2.00 Corona, $2 Coronas, $2.50 Corona Light, Cuervo Mike’s, Mike-arita
Cosmic $1 cherryBowl bombs starts at 9 p.m. until midnight
AUCE wings $5.00 free crazy bingo hamburger or cheeseburger buy one cherry meal: bomb $3.89 get one for $1 Italian Beef w/dog meal: 3 p.m.$7.89 - midnight
football $1 night domestic Kul beer: Light $1.50 Mexicancans beer: $2.00
Fox Hollow Goal Post
$2.50happy Bomb Shots hour $2.50 Ketel One Mixers $2 Retro Beers "Your Dad's Beer"
Saturday
$5 bbq ribs and grilled chicken sandfries wich meal: $5.29 Polish sausage meal: $4.49
chicken$4 & veggie full fajitas pint Irish for Bomb two Car
N3287 County OA
3-7
$2 Silos
Fiesta Dan’s Mexicana Place 5200 Mormon Coulee 411 3rd st.
Cosmic & $1 cherryBowl bombs Karaoke starts at until 9 p.m. midnight
Stop in for Value Menu too big to list here
$6.00 AUCD
bucket night 6 for $9
Friday
$9.00
9-cl$3.50 Domestic pitchers $1.75 domestic bottles
chili Karaoke verde $1 shot specials
Asklive server DJ for details $1 shot specials
HAPPY HOUR EVERYDAY 3 - 6 free wings 6 p.m. - 9 p.m.
Bucket of Domestic Cans 5 for $9.00
25 CentHOUR Wings HAPPY
Buy Buy one one gyro gyro get get one one half half price price
free free baklava, baklava, ice ice cream cream or or sundae sundae with with meal meal
$1.25 $1.25 domestic domestic taps taps buy buy one one burger burger get get one one half half price price
HAPPY HOUR 9-cl- $1 rails, $2.50 pitchers, Beer Pong
$5 AUCD
$8.95 16 oz. steak $8.95 1/2 lb. fish platter
$1.75 bottles/cans
GREEK GREEK ALL ALL DAY DAY buy buy one one appetizer appetizer appetizer half price appetizer half price get get one one half half price price with meal with meal 9-cl -$2 captain mixers, $2 bottles/cans, $3 jager bombs
9-cl $2 bacardi mixers, $2 domestic pints, $1.50 shots blackberry brandy
HAPPY HOUR2-CL 5-7 Thirsty Thursday
All day (everyday!) $1.75 domesticspecials $1.25 Old Style Light bottles
3 12 oz. dom. taps $2 $1 vodka drinks $1 12 oz taps
$1.50 LAX Lager/Light $1 shots of Dr.
$2 Domestic Bottles and Cans
HAPPY HOUR 3 - 8
5 p.m. - 10 p.m.
EVERYDAY 3 -7 9-cl and$1.25 9 - 11 rails,
Karaoke
Ask server for details
HAPPY HOUR 6 AM - 9 AM
$1.25 beer pong 6 p.m. $8.95 16 oz steak BURGERS
happy hour 1 -6 M - F $1 Most Pints, $2 Absolut Mixers
shrimp Ladies Night buy one, get one free burrito wear a bikini, drink free
$2 U Call it imports $3 Crown Mixers
$5 All Pitchers
$2 Corona/Corona Light, $4 Patron
$2 Stoli Mixers, $1 DR Shots
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Area food food & & drink drink specials specials ] COMMUNITY SERVICE [Area LA CROSSE JB’s Speakeasy 717 Rose st.
The Joint 324 Jay st.
Legend’s
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday Wednesday
$1.75 domestic bottles
$1.75 domestic bottles
$1.75 domestic bottles
1/2 off Pearl Street pitchers during Packer game
4 - 8 p.m. Bacardi $3 doubles/pints
closed
223 Pearl st.
closed
Nutbush
Thursday
Saturday
HAPPY HOUR 5 - 7 $1.00 off all Irish shots $2.50 pints of Guinness $3.00 imperial pints
every day $1 shots of Doc
4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75
closed
Friday
4 - 8 p.m. domestic bottles/rails $1.75
WING NIGHT $2 SVEDKA MIXERS $2.50 JACK MIXERS $2.25 BUD LIGHTS $2 SHOTS OF ALL DOCTOR FLAVORS
AFTER COMEDY: PINT NIGHT $1 PINTS OF RAILS MIXERS AND DOMESTIC TAPS $2 PINTS OF CALL MIXERS AND IMPORT TAPS $3 PINTS OF TOP SHELF MIXERS
5 - 7 p.m. 2-4-1 happy hour
great drinks!
$2 SHOTS OF GOLDSCHLAGER $5 DOUBLE VODKA ENERGY DRINK
HAPPY HOUR 3 - 6
3264 George st.
Players
Price by Dice
214 Main St
Ralph's
In John's Bar 109 3rd st. N
Ringside 223 Pearl st.
Schmidty’s
Chef specials daily Mighty Meatball sub $6 CLOSED
3119 State rd.
breakfast buffet $9.95 10 a.m. - 2 p.m.
Shooter’s
$1 Shot Night
120 S 3rd st.
Sports Nut 801 Rose st.
Tailgators 1019 S 10th st.
Top Shots 137 S 4th st.
Yesterdays 317 Pearl st.
LA CRESCENT
Crescent Inn 444 Chestnut st.
WINONA Godfather’s 30 Walnut st.
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2 for 1 Happy Hour ALL NIGHT LONG
happy hour all day
open 4-9
Karaoke @ 10 p.m. 2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 AUCD Rail mixers @ 10 p.m.
Karaoke @ 10 p.m. 2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $1 Pabst cans, Dr. shots @ 10 p.m.
chicken parmesan sub $6
Italian sandwich w/banana peppers and parmesan &6
open 4-9
double $6.50
Southwest chicken pita $5
HAPPY HOUR 4 PM - 7 PM cheeseburger HOOP DAY!! MAKE YOUR SHOT AND YOUR ENTRÉE IS FREE!
2-4-1 Happy Hour 3 - 9 Best Damned DJ'S @ 10 p.m.
2-4-1 Happy Hour 3 - 8 Best Damned DJ'S @ 10 p.m.
Chicken salad on rye w/ lettuce, tomato, onion $5 $6.99 FISH SANDWICH FOR LUNCH, $7.99 FISH SANDWICH FOR DINNER, $9.99 ALL YOU CAN EAT FISH FRY ALL DAY
happy hour all day long! $1.00 OFF WILD WINGS, $1.00 PHILLY STEAK AND CHEESE.
LUNCH BUFFET $6.45 LUNCH SPECIALS CHANGE DAILY Ask Nicely See What Happens
Tie Tuesday Great Prices For Sharp Dressers
Buck Burgers
Tacos $1.25
$4 domestic pitchers
$1 Rails, $1.50 Pint Taps, $3 Long Island Pints 15 cent wings
$2 Bacardi mixers
$2 Spotted Cow & DT Brown pints
$1.50 Bud/Miller Lite/ PBR taps all day $1.75 rails 10 - 1
$2 domestic bottles 7 - 12, $2.50 Skyy/ Absolute mixers 10-1 $2 Dr. drinks
$1 Point special bottles
$2.50 pints Bass & Guinness
$1.75 domestic bottles
$2.25 Pearl st. pints $1.50 PBR bottles
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday Wednesday
$2 Rolling Rocks $2 domestic beer
8 - CL $1.50 rails $1.75 Bud cans
$1 shots of Dr. $2.50 Polish
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday Wednesday
family buffet 5 -8 kids under 10 pay .45 cents per year of age
$2.50 Bacardi Mixers, $3 Long Island Pints 12 oz. T-Bone $8.99
HAPPY HOUR 10 AM - 12, 4 PM - 6 PM
$1.75 light taps and Dr. shots
Fiesta Night 7 - 12 $2 tequila shots $2.50 margaritas
2-4-1 Happy Hour 5 - 10 $2 Capt. mixers $1.75 domestic beer, $1.50 Rails, $1 Pabst cans @ 10 p.m.
$1 domestic taps $3 Jager Bombs
Bucket Night 5 for $9 5 domestic bottles for $10, $2 Bacardi mixers, $1.50 rail vodka mixers 10 -1
Fish Fry $6.95
$1 Dr. shots $3 16 oz Captain mixers
$2 Long Islands, PBR bottles, Captain mixers
$2.50 Bacardi Mixers, $3 Long Island Pints 15 cent wings
$1 Dr. shots $3 16 oz Captain mixers
$2.75 deluxe Bloodys ‘til 7, $5 lite pitchers 7 - 12
$1.75 rails $1 PBR mugs
Thursday
Friday
$2.50 Captain $2.50 Jager Bombs & Polish
$2 u-call-it (except top shelf)
Thursday
Saturday
Friday
Saturday
any jumbo, large, or large 1 topping pizza medium pizza up to 5 $9.99 toppings: $11.99 (get 2nd large for $5)
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Entertainment Directory 2/26 - 3/4
Thursday, February 26 Del’s Bar New Grass Revue
JB's Madahoochie with Moonboot Posse Northside Oasis Caleb and Joe and the People They Know Popcorn Tavern TBA The Starlite Lounge Kies and Kompanie Nighthawks Dave Orr's open jam Trempealeau Hotel Johnsmith (rescheduled) Friday, February 27 Nighthawk's Johnny Shotglass and DA Hitman Freight House Gregg Hall Popcorn Tavern LAX All-Stars
February 21, continued Trempealeau Hotel 8:00 10:00 Tony Zobcek The Timbers Marge and 10:00 Raymond Lee
Pump House Lou and Peter Berryman Nighthawk's John Caucutt The Freighthouse Gregg Hall JB's Proto Melei The Arterial Paxico
8:00
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The Warehouse 10:00 Backseat Goodbye and The Ready Set
7:00
5:00 Popcorn Tavern Som’n Jazz
10:00
10:00
7:00 Popcorn Tavern Open Jam
10:00
Houghton’s Hootenanny w/ Mike Caucutt 10:00 Del’s 10:00 Open jam with Chubba 8:00
Del’s Bar Kin Pickin’ 10:00 Nighthawks Howard Luedtke and Blue Max open jam 8:00 Coconut’s Live DJ 10:00 Players Karaoke 8:00 Popcorn Tavern Brownie's Open Jam 10:00
The Joint Flashback
10:00
Tuesday, March 3
10:00 Popcorn Tavern Paulie
10:00
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