Growing up in rural Wisconsin, we were required to play baseball. Not by law, mind you, but by our fathers and peer pressure. This was just for the boys. I can’t speak for the girls who were likely forced to play softball, which actually looked much more violent than baseball. Have you seen these ladies…
Category: Midwest Madness 🌽
Are We Poor Now, Papa?
Growing up in rural Menomonie, Wisconsin, people had perceptions of our little family. Lots and lots of different perceptions. Most of it was that we were a rich family. We, unfortunately, were not rich. We weren’t poor, but we sure as shit weren’t rich. My father’s name was Norman Keith Rockwell. He was a cartoonist…
The Lutefisk Mafia Of Southern Minnesota
The criminals of Fargo (movie and TV Show) are not so far from the truth. I lived in Minnesota for over a decade and man, oh man, I have seen some things. Some… criminal things. In MINNESOTA. It ain’t all church socials, Velveeta hotdish, and Garrison Keillor in Minnesota. No sir. There are also ne’er-do-wells….
The Wisconsin Cheese Curd Way
Fresh, room temperature, Wisconsin cheese curds. Salty and squeaky. If you haven’t had fresh cheese curds, you haven’t really had cheese curds. You just had “cheese.” I lived in Wisconsin for most of my life, but just over ten years ago we got on the real Oregon Trail, Interstate 90, never to return. Well, except…
Thank You, World Book Encyclopedia
I grew up in small town Wisconsin in the 1980s. In the before times. Before the internet times. We had a good little public school system, but I wasn’t exactly an honor roll student. Regardless of my standing at school, people thought I was smart. “He’s so smart!” they would say. Also, “He’s so arrogant!”…