Back from Dairyland

I’ve been atypically quiet for the past couple of days for a very simple reason: this weekend was dominated by a necessary trip to my homeland. So how effectively did I manage to fit in some of the most important cultural touchstones of Wisconsin? Gray skies. Check. Scraggly, winter-dead trees across the landscape. Check. A reception in an American Legion hall. Check. The chicken dance enthusiastically performed at said reception. Check. A Packers loss. Check. A robust new illness making me throat feel like it’s been scraped with a rusty metal rake. Check. Tomorrow, we’ll return to our regular programming. … Continue reading Back from Dairyland