Road Trip

Life is a little crazy right now. Work has picked up at my "real" job and so have the demands, I'm preparing a major garden project that involves a daylong activity in May by my extended family, and I've decided a road trip to the place where my book is set is in order.

That means I'm hitting the road to Western Wisconsin tomorrow for a couple days where I've scheduled meetings with the county sheriff, a retired county sheriff, and a small town mayor. My brother Tim and sister-in-law Emily are putting me up, and I'm using Tim's connections to find my way around. He's told me the retired sheriff pulls his gun out and sets it across his lap when the dentist pulls out his drill. Too good to be true? Who knows, but you can probably guess I'm hoping to pick up lots of local color once I'm there.

In the meantime, I want to write about the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel winning a Pulitzer, about a classy production of The Sweetest Swing in Baseball by Rebecca Gilman that we saw at the Milwaukee Chamber Theatre this past weekend, and about my hopes to come home at the end of my trip with a bag full of morel mushrooms, but there is no time.

So hold that thought . . .