With bags packed, the apartment locked up tight, and the kitties taken care of, we hopped on a plane to what I affectionately refer to as "the frozen tundra of the north." I know Wisconsin is not actually a tundra, but it felt as close to the tundra as I am likely to get. We first stopped in Detroit for an hour layover, then had a short flight to Milwaukee. After a quick drive, we found ourselves in the small suburb of South Milwaukee, a tiny town full of industrial manufacturers, neighborhood bars, and green parks. It was too late to do any serious exploring, and I knew I would be given the grand tour with a long run bright and early tomorrow morning, so I just took in the sights of a city that has kept its tiny charm in spite of the world around it.
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