Eds Note: Reading Dino’s writings right now is like going down in warm syrup and coming up in a world where “up” is sideways and “down” is gaseous. Rant away, Dino. And next time, man, can you invest in a phonebook or something?
By: Dino Corvino
So it is another Friday night, and as I sit here at the desk created for me by my grandfather Bill, I am left with some rather fragmented thoughts. Nothing new there, but so it spews. Giving away the gift of process to the world around me, wondering why one would buy a rowboat in 2007.
First and foremost I want to reflect about lip balm. It is one of those things, a thing we all embrace, and sometimes wonder about. When I was in Brooklyn so many eons ago, I bought some homemade lip balm. The lady at the co-op told me it was made right down the street. I did some investigating. It turns out it was made right down the street.
Someone should start a Wausau Lip Balm Company. Why the hell not? Stop the influx of foreign lip balms into our home economy. We should make those non-Wausau lip balms pay a tariff for importation into our fair city. Demand they be free-range bees or whatever. Unionized bees, making cruelty free, free range wax. Wax without barbed wire, Hormone free bees, making hormone free wax.
ChapStick SPF15 in the blue tube, Soft Lips in the yellow, Burt’s Bees…. its all a swirl. We need lip balm self-reliance! It’s the only way to break the shackles of lip balm oppression.
FREE LIP BALM FOR US ALL!!! POWER TO THE BEES!!
How come the City Council is almost entirely made up of property developers? How come no one called Mark Craig on this sort of gross conflict of interest when he ran for Mayor years ago? Do you have to leave your property interest behind? Like when Cheney had to resign from Halliburton or whatever war profiteer corporation he was involved in when he got nominated? Do we need that in Wausau? I think we might.
That is a fun doozy of a question.
And for the record, I got no juice, and the juice might just be a curse. Beware too much juice. It can be filling. Heard it tastes good, but how the hell would I know?
And now this…
I ask you this Wausau, do you know the names Will Fleishman, and Darren Frohm? What about Lance Tlusty(sorry LT if I spelled that wrong)? Or Jason Schenzel, Jason Reichel, Dan and Jason Helding, John K(not even going to try), Mike Brady, BJ Morrill, Gums, John Dabler, Chris Artz, Josh Kinney, Forrest Greisman (again sorry about the spelling man)?
I am sorry to leave off the West and East crews, but honestly, I do not know your names at age 36.
It’s a bit of a history lesson I admit. A blast from the subculture passed. A remembrance of time gone by. But I think it is interesting.
I think those names reflect the first generation of skateboarders in Wausau. The mid 80s. The days of Vision shoes, and the Bones Brigade.
Will and Darren opened a shop called Top Deck. By the big glass bank by the Mandarin, next to what used to be the King’s Knight (anyone remember when Porky drove his car into the King’s Knight?). Will and Darren were two cats in high school, and they pooled the money they had, got some from their folks, and opened a shop. At the time, skate harassment was a real issue, and people were regularly arrested for skating. Back then the police were not nearly as “enlightened” as they are today.
As we begin to think back, on the X games, and Good Charlotte, or whatever…we are stuck paying respect to the past, and I think for many the genesis of this in Wausau was Top Deck.
Thanks Will, thanks Darren.
So lets continue our rant on waxy things…I think Soy candles are better than regular candles. The furniture lady has these amazing candles made of soy, they are almost the same thing as tofu, but let me just say….”Do not eat them.” Even with hot sauce they taste bad.
Have you even imagined a wax free world? A world without wax? No wax, waxless. What would that would be like?
No Rollie Fingers. No Phil Neikro. Well maybe Phil, but he might have a mustache.
And surfboards. Without wax, how could we take care of our surfboards?
And rowboats. You gotta watch out for rowboats without wax — they are prone to sliding. Out of control rowboats, that is rough. We need better rowboat oversight. We need a rowboat regulatory body. It’s a blood bath in the rowboat world. There oughta be a law.
As long as I am thanking people, I thought I would thank Terry Armstrong and Sue Lewitzke and Mike Welnetz.
Terry was sort of the youth director at the Y when I was little kid. I was Y child, drop me off Saturday morning with three bucks, I had basketball in the morning, swim lessons, floor hockey, god knows what else, and general tom foolery downtown. Terry was the guy I remember with floor hockey. One of my favorite memories growing up. The red and yellow sticks. The weird goalie thing, the mats in the corner of the multi purpose room, the all star game versus the Stevens Point Y. The center stick wrapped in tape, to let you know who was the center. The game clock in the window to the kitchen.
Sue Lewitzke taught me to be a lifeguard. She also taught me to swim. She taught thousands of folks to swim, she taught thousands more people how to be swimming teachers. She taught me to be a lifeguard, a job that to this day defines me. One winter session Ted Tautges and I were senior instructors, and we got stuck teaching water dance (me) safe diving (Ted). Needless to say, that was hilarious. I learned to teach parent-child classes in the little pool, and sing all the songs, and I loved it.
Mike Welnetz taught me to play tennis. I remember playing tennis with Sean Palecek at that little park behind the 19th Hole in Schofield. He kicked my butt, and I wanted lessons. I got into some community lessons at Everest, and Mike was the teacher. I guess Mike thought I could play, and suggested more lessons and better equipment. So I was going to the Wausau Racquet Club a few nights a week, and playing a lot. I met some great people there, Vince and Ben Bearjar and their dad who was equally as cool. Also, the Tuchsherers (sorry about the spelling), Gretchen being one of those amazing icons playing tennis at Georgia, I think. Jim Beier, Dan Wallach who is to this day one of the coolest guys ever (he had an elevator in his house), Paul Feindt was there as the sort of untouchable hero. Paul was a quiet guy, but a better tennis player than all of us combined. He had an amazing two handed backhand, and a service motion that was amazing, such kick he had. I never knew him to lose in the Valley Conference. I met the Paulson twins there. I also met the Stifler brothers, who happened to be all time top ten cool cats, I met Kristin McCandless there as well, and I fell in love with her.
I loved riding to the Racquet club in Jim Beier’s blue dodge dart. We felt so cool, and so independent.
Wausau was a great place to be a kid.
Free Lip Balm all around.
A rowboat speedlimits. Its rowboat anarchy right now.
And better bus schedules.