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Open Mic at Linneman’s Riverwest Inn

by Brian Kalish

“Does anyone have a watch in here? Anyone know what time it is?” asks Ricky Ganiere, craning his neck to survey the front room of Linneman’s Riverwest Inn. It’s Wednesday evening, nearing the 9 p.m. sign-up for the acoustic open stage. Roughly 15 musicians toting beat up guitar cases jockey for position near the head of the bar. Only 12 will get the chance to play.

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Metropawlis: A Boutique for the Urban Pet

by Stacy Conroy Husband and wife team Geri and Augie Ray have just opened a hip, yet practical pet boutique on Brady Street, contributing to the revitalization of an historic Milwaukee retail district. The couple set out on a mission less than a year ago to start a business — Metropawlis — that would carve […]

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Local Holiday Events and Shopping

by Tess Reiss and Eryn Moris

Sprinkle some seasonal cheer around by keeping your shopping dollar local. Shop in the neighborhood where you can slow down, walk, bike, bus, or drive only a short distance to your next destination. The Currents‘ Holiday Shopping Guide covers everything from Holiday Fairs and Events, to hidden treasures and old favorites plus services, music, and art. Shop on, dear reader!

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Talking Tires

by Jackie Reid Dettloff

This year I had to be away for most of October and I missed the autumn colors. One of the first things I did after unpacking my suitcase was to head for the woods along the Beerline trail. I love the way we have a patch of forest right in our very backyard. Here in Riverwest, we don’t have to drive to find natural beauty; it is only a short walk away. . . . And then, like a tumor on the landscape, there was a huge heap of discarded tires – at least fifty dirty, scattered rings of ugly rubber. Someone had dumped them alongside the trail between Clarke and Wright Streets.

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Shelly and Andy

by Sonya Jongsma Knauss

I can’t think of a couple who better embody the punk “Do-It-Yourself” ethic than Shelly McClone and Andy Yeager. The first time I set foot in the Riverwest Co-op Shelly was working there. I remember being welcomed and greeted with a smile. She was cleaning the store, wearing a tight multi-striped polyester skirt and a t-shirt with “Chop the Onions, Mince the Garlic, Smash the State” printed on it. A snake tattoo, among others, caught my eye as it coiled around her arm.