On Wisconsin

As cooler air arrives in my lungs, I find my spirit and thoughts turn towards feelings of domesticity, of clarity, patience, and the warm glow that emanates from a well-mowed lawn. Yes, Wisconsin has much to offer this wandering family of souls. Wisconsin has arrived in our lives bearing gifts of such foreign nouns as shelving, comforter, weeds, unfinished basement. Things unthought of now fill our waking lives, and our eyes are opened to the high-gloss sheen of modernity.

There is so much more to want than I had remembered.

It is the new American way. To want, rather than need.

And I am loooooving it! We are within minutes, I mean single digit minutes, of the following establishments:
WalMart
Home Depot
Staples
Radio Shack
Piggly Wiggly
Family Dollar
McDonald's
Culver's Butter Burgers
Appleby's

This is what Francis Scott Key was singing about. This is the dream that our forefathers dreamt for us. Especially Thomas Jefferson. His dearest hope was that America would become even more delicious, convenient and appealingly named. America is within driving distance, and my definition of within is widening with my confidence in my way of life. I am a burgeoning American. We are growing as a people, and you can see it in the uniformity of our lawns and the indestructibility of our homes' siding. We are a plastic-sheathed people and we love each other for it. We are afraid, but we are safe. That makes us the safest of travelers on this road we call life. Alert, but armed.

Hats off to the mainland. It's good to be back.