Road trip, day two: Milwaukee, “the good land,” as Alice Cooper would say. Regrettably, my trip was brief — just a long lunch/walk stop, and not even in the city — but I tipped my hat to Wisconsin’s beeriest city, and renewed my resolution to once again, one of these days, visit the art museum with the flapping-wing thing.
Instead, I dropped in on Deb, who doesn’t have a blog I can link to, apparently because she considers her life more important that chronicling it on a pointless website. She is a regular commenter here; you can recognize her by her refusal to use capital letters, except in acronyms. it’s just a tic.
(Sorry, no picture. My visit was brief and I just flat forgot, even though Deb still looks cute and is even losing weight.)
We walked from her house to the village center of Greendale, known to your heartlander types as the center of the Reiman Publications empire (Country, Country Woman, Reminisce, etc.) We ate in the former Taste of Home restaurant, now under new management but still featuring some Taste of Home menu items, by popular demand. While there I picked up a waiting-area copy of …Country Destinations? Country Discoveries? Can’t remember. (Pause; crickets) OK, let’s ask Google: It’s Country Discoveries, their travel magazine. Anyway, leafing through the pages, whose face should pop out? Why, Rudy Maxa’s, the Savvy Traveler, although there’s no more Savvy Traveler show, just ST pop-ins on Marketplace.
Rudy is our fellow Ohio University alum, and was always a big hit at reunions of our college newspaper, because he was living proof an OU grad could go to work at the Washington Post. He broke the Wayne Hays story, and wrote some stylish Style pieces, and then he went here and went there and became the Savvy Traveler and now here he is in this incredibly unhip Reiman publication (It’s all about North America! There’s not a word on romantic, cool getaways in Cambodia!), and if you’re looking for a point to this observation, well, I fear you’ve hit a dead end, because I don’t think I have one. Just: Hey, Rudy Maxa’s writing for Country Discoveries.
It’s been a lot of driving. My brain is working like a car radio set on “scan.” Speaking of radio, if you’re the Real Audio sort, do not miss this week’s “This American Life,” which I stopped scanning long enough to catch on my way out of town. The topic: Testosterone. It was freakin’ brilliant. The gist: Testosterone is the engine of all human endeavor. (Yes, even for women.) It reminded me of when I was having my period of greatest mental instability, which came after Kate was born and my body was buffeted by great waves of hormone shifts, and I recall thinking, “Who am I? Do I actually have a personality, or is it just a manifestation of a few chemical levels in the brain?” The answer seems to be: the second thing. Which is sort of scary but also cool, because there’s hope for a cure.
I’ve come to rest for a while in an undisclosed location in the central time zone. Blogging to be intermittant but present over the next two weeks. Send me e-mail; there’s an internet cafe across the street, where I’m enjoying a mint latte and some world music. Have a great week, all; I’m hoping to.