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47. Eat and get Absolutely Stinkin’ Fat. This part of the nation is very Catholic. Catholic at least in the American sense of the word. Hence the ‘Friday Fish’ sign. The cafe was on the corner of ‘Co Road T’ and the ’45′ and ’47′ and was called the ‘Corner Cafe’. To start with that [...]

46. Photos in the Mist. I took a morning off from my holiday to go out and take some photos. The snow was gone by this stage, but everything was still shrouded in mist. This forced me to take a lot of black and white photos. So I spent the morning getting strange looks whilst [...]

45. It was Bloody Rare, Part 2. So, back to the meat-eater’s popsicle-paradise of Pitlik’s – dark and snowy – Sand Beach Resort. I was aware that the racket of the bar-propping trio had increased to meet the clamour of the kitchen staff. Could have sworn I heard a death rendering moo at one stage. [...]

44. It was Bloody Rare, Part 1. One of the days we decided to take a drive further up north, we wanted to see a couple of towns, one called Eagle River and the other called Minocqua. I do not remember Eagle River at all. The problem was that Wisconsin is rather like Poland; it [...]

43. The Irish Shooting Season. When on holiday I walk, when on holiday we walk. It is just one of those things we do to relax. I walked into town a couple of times and we walked up to the local Corner Cafe. Recreational walking is such a strange thing to do in America that [...]

42. Summit Lake I woke in the morning, meandered downstairs, drew the curtains and realised that the day before perhaps was not hell, but rather the mystical concept of purgatory. And that perhaps we had spent the whole previous day of excruciating pain atoning for our sins in preparation for the paradise that greeted me [...]

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41. Blind Faith It was practically dark by the time we left Grafton. We slid a ‘Saturday Morning with Kim Hill’(126) podcast into the stereo and submitted to the rhythms of Ronnan and the road. We got lost in oh-my-gosh-Oshkosh; with no warning Ronnan got all ambiguous on us, which forced Sharon and I out [...]

40. Leave the Lights Off Please Well the first thing we noticed coming into Cedarburg was again, all of the cute houses and then the second thing we noticed upon turning into the main street was that Cedarburg looked one hang of a lot nicer in the dark than it did this dreary, overcast fall [...]

Please help me choose a new name for America, The Land of the Ziploc Bag. So far these are my suggestions. Please leave comments and tell me which one you like. America, Pimples and All. America, As It Is. America, A Very Special Country. This is America. An American Experience. Across America. Also please feel [...]