The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel newsroom reacts to reporter Raquel Rutledge’s 2010 Pulitzer prize win of local reporting for her exposé of fraud in Wisconsin’s child-care subsidy system.
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Jim Stingl? The columnist gets air thanks to the Milwaukee Ballet, Peter Pan, and a flying company called ZFX Flying .
Mike McKillip’s Milwaukee taxi cab is not your average cab. From the custom painted flames on the exterior to the array of decorations on the interior, a ride in Mike’s cab is sure to be an unforgettable experience.
He’s not a famous athlete or a key political figure. He’s isn’t embroiled in controversy or under investigation. He’s 95-year-old Lester Wile. He shares his secrets to a happy marriage, living long, and his thoughts on death.
Carol’s first week back to work gives me the chance to hang with the big 3-month-old while I’m on vacation this week.
We first hit the Mitchell Domes. Mondays are free!
Tuesday was a time to chill at home. I time lapsed the day.
Wednesday’s are free at the Milwaukee Art Museum
Charlie Radtke thinks so. He’s the owner of Phoenix Marketing Group in Milwaukee.
“The G that everybody is familiar with, it really doesn’t stand for Green Bay. It really kind of stands for Green. 
Like the New York Giants don’t have an N and the San Francisco 49ers don’t have an S. They’ve got both letters on there,” Charlie said
He drew up some Packers designs and sent them to mostly sports writers and announcers.
“I think a little freshening up, a little face lift, might be a good idea,” he said.
Journal Sentinel columnist and I hit the streets and asked folks what they thought.
Hear what they had to say:
My wife noticed this through the window of our Bayside, WI home while feeding our 3-week-old.
The birch tree has been there since we move in nine months ago.
What do you think? Looks like a freakin’ Cyclope-ish martian to us.
I’m already plotting my story that will bring the creature to life in the eyes of my daughter. It’ll be a time when she’s still young enough to believe my crap, yet not to old to know it’s crap.
Here’s the scene. My mom, in town from Indianapolis, is changing Isabella. Isabella is our new baby girl. A ripe 3-week-old. 
My mom’s changing her in our nice clean baby room. She calls me to the room. I see a mouse. It moved across the floor with the speed of Mickey’s stoner brother. I just needed something to kill it with. The biggest object close by was a 480 page soft-cover book titled “The Womanly Art of Breast Feeding. 
It took two whacks with the book.
Do people born after 1990 even know what film is? Do they know who Walter Cronkite is? How about the Beatles? Columnist Jim Stingl investigates this generation gap that seems to grow wider and quicker by the decade.
