By Robert Kennedy
Jun 2, 2021 | 3:38 AM
GRAND CHUTE, WI (WTAQ-WLUK) â Tuesday night was the closest to normal things have been at a Timber Rattlers game in almost two years. Capacity at Fox Cities Stadium is now just under 100%.
From states away, to nearby baseball fans from all over can once again sit shoulder to shoulder at Fox Cities Stadium. Without having to socially distance.
âEvery time you come down here you make new friends, people you like to hang out with,â said Lance Olsen from Neenah.
âItâs nice to kind of get back to normal, enjoy things we didnât get a chance to last year,â said Matt Hudson from Ohio.
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There is a hole in contemporary fiction that has been noticeable for some time but was especially conspicuous in this year. Novelists are obsessed with the apocalypse and have envisioned countless scenarios for the downfall of civilization. Equally, they are transfixed by grief and repeatedly are drawn to produce meditations on loss and recovery. But they do not like to write about the subtext of these preoccupations, the thing that they are hinting toward or circling around, cautiously evoking yet usually leaving off the page. They do not like to write about death.
How to write about something no one among the living has experienced? In his “Aspects of the Novel,” E.M. Forster observes: “There is scarcely anything that the novelist cannot borrow from ‘daily death’; scarcely anything he may not profitably invent. The doors of that darkness lie open to him and he can even follow his characters through it, provided he is shod with imaginati