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An Evening at aWisconsin Supper Club


What’s a Supper Club, and why are they a Wisconsin phenomenon, you may ask.  Heck.  I ask the same question.  Sister Number 2 and her boyfriend have made Friday night Supper Club visits a “thing” for them, and many a time, at the folks’ kitchen table, Supper Clubbing has been a topic of conversation when my Atlanta brother and sister-in-law visit the farm.

So, to answer the question, a Supper Club is a restaurant, mostly family-owned, which features Friday night Fish Fry, steak dinners, and cocktails.  The traditional cocktails being Old Fashioneds, Martinis, and Manhattans.  That sounds sort of 1950’s-ish, and not that unique, but for some reason, Supper Clubs are a big deal here.


Supper Clubs didn’t even originate in Wisconsin.  According to my Google research, the first Supper Club was begun in Beverly Hills, California by a Milwaukee native in the 1920’s.  Before that, they actually began as Speakeasys to cover up serving alcohol during Prohibition, and flourished in the 50’s.  I actually remember Friday nights at the Log Cabin, owned by my classmate, Melvin Silver’s family in Indianapolis, Indiana, though I didn’t know then I was in a Supper Club.  I’d get my Shirley Temple, and my mother would get her Martinis.  It was the way to begin a weekend.  That was years and years ago, though.

Last night, Sister Number 1 and her date took me to The Green Lantern for dinner.  When we hung our coats up, it dawned on me that I was about to have a cultural experience.  In North Carolina, we just flop our coats over the back of our chairs.  Here in “cold country,” the coats are too thick and heavy to be comfortable clumped up behind us, and the tables are too close together to allow for the extra space taken by outerwear.  People arrived in couples and groups, the wait-staff was fast-paced, and the background conversations were loud and lively.


While we all passed on the cocktails, we did enjoy a glass of wine or beer and the Friday Fish and steak.  I have to say, there is a definite “atmosphere” that makes it a whole different kind of dining event.   Though there is nothing really that unique, inexplicably, it is.  Maybe it’s the cold, the frozen lake with the ice fishermen and their shacks, or the glow of the holiday lights, festivity reigns.  It was like going back in time, and for me, that was a very sweet trip.

Three Weddings and Two Surgeries…


None of them were mine, thanks be to God, but that is how I have spent the last six weeks. I think we’re done for now, but it has been a heck of a ride.

The first wedding was in Sedona, Arizona. The backdrop was the red rock cliffs that two weeks later, sadly, were in engulfed in flames. This gathering was remarkable in that my former spouse and I sat next to each other, held hands, and laughed with each other the entire evening. It was a very bonding event for me with all the family, of which I was once near the center. Oh. The bride and groom were stunningly beautiful, and great happiness is surely in store for them.

The second wedding was in New York City. The backdrop of that wedding was a city rooftop, elegantly cosmopolitan, with waiters passing hors d’oeuvres, an open bar, and an international contingent of guests. My sisters and I had a blast, eating street food, ferrying around the Statue of Liberty, wandering around Times Square, tour-bussing all over Manhattan, subwaying to the night-before-dinner, taxiing to the venue, and walking in Central Park. The bride and groom were gorgeous, and great happiness is surely in store for them.

The third wedding was in Janesville, Wisconsin. The ceremony was in a church! The backdrop of the reception was Rotary Botanical Garden. The weather was perfect, and the flowers in the garden were at their springtime peak. All of us danced, laughed, glammed it up in the Photo Booth, and relished being together. The bride and groom were glowing, and, well, great happiness is surely in store for them.

Then there were the surgeries. One, I have previously mentioned. My niece broke both bones in her right leg just above the ankle while she was running around with her school children. She had several screws placed to bind the bones for mending. We learned that this is a fairly common fracture, and she is on the mend. The second surgery was for my sister. She broke a collarbone ten years ago, when she was run over by a horse, and it never mended. Her clavicle was repositioned, plated and screwed together, and bone was grafted into the union to stimulate bone growth. Her shoulder is now straight, and though she is slinged on her right side and is exhausted from anesthesia, she is recovering nicely.

Looking back, it seems like it was a lot of emotion, activity and excitement. In the midst of it, life just moved from one event to the next. The last six weeks of three weddings and two surgeries have been a metaphor to me of faith. Our lives really simply flow, and though we try to manipulate events to our desires, none of it is in our hands. Life is merely all about trust. Oh, and breath, too. I hope this thought helps me to be “belted in” for both the anticipated and the unknowns that are just around the corner.