Well, John Muir did spend a couple of decades there, proving that Wisconsin is best as a place to be from. And, of course, there was that architect guy.
But Richie Cunningham and Arthur Fonzarelli were just too neato. You know that when that much niceness is displayed upon the surface, there must be some lovecratfian darkness lurking, in the catacombs. I mean, the first time I went there, the abundance of cemeteries led me to comment, “There sure are a lot of dead people in Wisconsin”.
Both of my parents are from rural Wisconsin. Back in maybe the 1970s, 60 Minutes or a similar show did a piece about how the county where my Dad grew up had a murder rate as high as New York City (and that was back when the murder rate in NYC was very high). But on the other hand with the much smaller population a rural Wisconsin county only need like three murders per year to have as many murders per capita as NYC, so I’m sure at least some of it was just media sensationalism.
Having visited relatives in Wisconsin many times, I have concluded that there must be a law there that every little town must have at least two bars, one with a Pabst Blue Ribbon sign over the door, the other with an Old Style sign.
Old Style? :eek: Maybe down near the Illinois border they drink that out-of-state Chicago swill. In Indian Head country, it’s Leinenkugel all the way. Sign outside every bar. And every county must have a least one bar named The Dew Drop Inn.
Back when I still lived in Wisconsin some friends and I were talking about Jeffrey Dahmer and one of my friends said “every generation or so someone from here decides to re-define the term ‘cannibalistic serial killer’”.