I am a gypsy. I don't normally put my feet down on the ground in one place for very long. I just have to keep moving around. I want to see stuff. Do stuff. Taste stuff. Hell, I'm on my fourth passport. Get the picture?
'sconsin and I have a long history. A very LONG history. Although I grew up in San Francisco I spent most of my summers at my parents lake home in northern 'sconsin. We called it "the cottage". Shit on a shingle, it was a three bedroom, two bath ranch style thing with 200 feet of lake frontage. It stole my heart at the age of 6. I dearly remember being splayed out on my back on the dock and counting stars. I broke my leg in two places one summer trying to take a ski jump. Can you say 16 and drunk off of your ass??? Hang on a second, I have to stop giggling...
Yeah, 'sconsin and I go back a long time. I went to college here. What a complete waist of time and racehorses. But this indeed is the land of dead fish and animal heads hanging off of the walls in a "supper club". On a Friday night for a fish fry. Hey, what's better than beer batter and tartar sauce???
Almost 21 years ago I moved back here. And I've never looked back. I love this place. I have lived in Madison for almost 21 years now. We claim to be 76 square miles surrounded by reality. Sorry, have to stop giggling again. I have been blessed with the most amazing bunch of loonies. I can't imagine it any other way.
Yes, life is good.
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