HI I'M JERRY AND THIS IS THE U.P.
MARQUETTE MICH
MARQUETTE MICH
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Shared from a friend:
You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.
Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house.
The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.
As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband.
He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment..
Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.
He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?
Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.
A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?
'Look at it.' He said. 'Read what it says.' She read the words ' United States of America '
'No, not that; read further.'
'One cent?' 'No, keep reading.'
'In God we Trust?' 'Yes!' 'And?'
'And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin, I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!
When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, 'In God We Trust,' and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message.
It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient..
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Friday, December 20, 2019
Thursday, December 19, 2019
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Yooper's Christmas
Twas da night before Christmas in dis yooper house,
and nuttin' was stirrin' not even da pet mouse.
Da rest of da family was all fast asleep,
Wit' visions of pasties delivered by jeep.
Da swampers was hung by da chimney wit care,
in hopes dat Saint Nicholas soon would be dere.
And in da far corner it was lovely to see,
da Pabst cans and cabbage dat hung from da tree.
Ma home from da mine and me out on parole,
she was snuggled in bed; I was perched on da bowl.
Then alluva sudden da house starts to shudder,
some nut's on da roof and he broke da rain gutter.
He jumps down da chimney and swears cause it's tight,
as I hide behind beer cases, way outta sight.
He lands in da fireplace scorching his hair,
on a busted up orange crate still burning in der.
He! climbs out da fireplace and I takes a look,
he's just like dey show him in my coloring book.
With vodka-glazed eyes and a stomach like a bubble,
a five-day-old beard and dere's soot in his stubble.
His teeth when he smile look like Grampa's weed-saw,
he wears Sorel boots big as grizzly bear's paw.
This old Yooper elf gives me nuttin' to fear,
as he heads for da kitchen for cookies and beer.
He kills off a six pack then belches and smirks,
and reaches in da sack, now he's ready for work.
Now under da tree he's starting to set,
the most beautiful presents us Yoopers can get.
Dere's a new Pastymatic and a snowblower for mother,
a Husqvarna chainsaw, and some swampers for brother.
Some mud flaps, a CB, and a new-used weed whacker
a helmet and nightshirt dat say Green Bay Packer.
He close up da sack and he jumps in da coals,
and hollering "Holy Wah" up the chimney he rose.
He grunted and groaned as he tossed out his bag,
and cracked such a beer fart I'm starting to gag.
I must watch him leave so I rushes outside,
looks up at da roof while in bushes I hide.
And what does I see when I looks through da twigs?
A rusty old Impala, pulled by eight pigs!
Santy jumped in and he gave 'em all hell,
Let's go all you's pigs, don't just sit dere and smell"
On Mushy, on Toivo, on Eino and Joe,
and all a you's others what names I don't know.
Fly over Negaunee and turn to da right,
We make Houghton-Hancock before it get light."
Den I hear him exclaim with a cynical sneer,
Pull in at dat Pabst sign, I run outta beer!"
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
GOOD LAW ENFORCEMENT IN MARQUETTE
DEC 10, 2019
MARQUETTE — Two law enforcement officers in Marquette County were arraigned on drug-related charges Monday in 96th District Court.
Following a three-month investigation, detectives from the Michigan State Police Eighth District, Special Investigation Section, arrested Richard Joseph Neaves, 31, of Marquette and Todd Andrew Collins, 36, of Negaunee on two-count felony warrants issued by the Marquette County Prosecutor’s Office, according to a state police press release.
Count 1 was conspiracy to commit controlled substance-delivery/manufacture (schedules 1, 2, 3 except marihuana, methamphetamine, ecstasy and cocaine), which is a seven-year felony and/or $20,000 and a $10,000 additional fine. The second count was using a computer to commit a crime, which carries a maximum imprisonment of four years or more but less than 10 years.
State police Det. Lt. Christopher Croley said the controlled substance was steroids, a schedule 3 drug.
Neaves was an officer with the Marquette City Police Department and the Negaunee Police Department and Collins was an officer with the Marquette department, Croley said.
Both Neaves and Collins were arrested on the above charges on Nov. 21 in Marquette County and unable to post the required bonds. Both men were subsequently lodged at the Marquette County Jail and were later released after posting bond.
Both were arraigned on the charges Monday in district court by Judge Roger Kangas. A preliminary examination for both men is scheduled for Jan. 15 in district court.
Neaves and Collins remain free on bond pending their next appearance in court.
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Monday, December 2, 2019
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Gunner, 19 year old
First, I want to thank everyone for the tremendous outpouring of love and support during what has become the most difficult time in my families life.
As most of you know, we lost my nephew, Gunner, on November 3rd. While I will say it was totally unexpected and shocking, I don’t know that anyone could ever be prepared for this kind of pain.
I have been wanting to send a message or write something so everyone can understand what happened- I know people are curious and mostly for the right reasons. I know most of you are truly concerned for me and my family. I appreciate that.
I feel it’s important to tell Gunner’s story for 3 reasons:
#1- Gunner was an amazing kid who deserved the life he won’t get the chance to live so I owe him his story to be told.
#2- I want to clear up any misconceptions and give the facts.
#3- Gunner’s story could very well save your child’s life so please, share his story.
The short version:
Gunner went out with friends on Friday night.
They came back to my brothers house late and stayed up eating pizza and playing video games- like most 19 year old boys do.
At some point during the evening, Gunner, and his friend, took a pill stamped Percocet. The very popular and easily accessible pain killer.
Gunner has no history of drug use, has never been a “problem child”, was a star athlete, wonderful son and brother and was extremely loved in his community.
We don’t know why he decided to take “a pill” that night. The only thing we can assume is that the curiosity of knowing what the “high” is like came into play? Again, we can only assume.
His friend also took a pill.
Both boys died what we think was pretty immediately. Both went to sleep and never woke up. -That’s the most positive thing in Gunner’s whole story- that he felt no pain & didn’t suffer. (Although, positive is a generous way of putting it).
My sister in law, his mother, found both boys the next morning. She, and my nieces, tried to resuscitate to no avail. Both boys had been dead for hours and there was nothing they, or the paramedics could do.
The pills Gunner and his friend took were at the very least laced with fentanyl. We are still waiting on reports but there is a good chance it was more then 50% fentanyl. That’s enough poison to kill 10 adult males. According to the detective working on Gunner’s case, to draw comparison for perspective, 2 grains of table salt size of fentanyl will kill any adult.
Think about that.
Gunner never had a chance.
I’m sharing Gunner’s story because Gunner had a whole life ahead of him. He had goals and aspirations. He wanted to be a dad. He wanted to continue to play football and baseball in college. He wanted to go hunting and fishing with this grandpa. Gunner wasn’t done.
One bad choice, one stupid minor mistake was all it took.
Gunner never had a chance.
It’s very natural to be curious and want to “experiment” with things at Gunner’s age. Remember when we were in HS and kids considered experimenting with cigarettes?? It’s a different time now. Kids are experimenting with pills because they think they’re safe. They’ve seen them in their parents medicine cabinets from their moms car accident last year or from when their dad threw out his back. They seem harmless.
These aren’t the pills in your parents medicine cabinet. They are made in someone’s garage who is trying to make a buck...a buck at the expense of our children’s lives.
THERE CAN BE NO EXPERIMENTING.
None.
It’s truly a matter of life or death.
You can’t see fentanyl. You can’t smell fentanyl.
Tell your kids Gunner’s story. Show them his picture. I can’t describe the amount of pain my brother, sister-in-law and Gunner’s sisters are going through- a pain that will NEVER end. A hole that will NEVER be filled. A life that will never be brought back. A beautiful life.
Gone forever.
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