The conversation typically goes like this. Where you from? Wisconsin. Where in Wisconsin? Ugh. Neenah. Oh. Is that by Madison? No, it's not by anywhere. Oh. Huh.
Now we have this crazy POWER-EAGLE. Maybe now people will know where we are. I don't know why we have it, or who payed for it, but it's right by the highway, staring towards the off ramp, so I'm assuming it's to scare off would-be invaders. That's right buddy, just keep driving.
Also, WE HAVE A MISSILE. Is it one of Saddam's feared SCUD missiles? Perhaps one of Kim Jong Il's wild and feral Taepodong 2's? I dunno. Doesn't matter. We have a missile. The eagle tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen.
I kid. We're not just all about scary stuff and war. Most of the western worlds manhole covers and sidewalk tree grates are from Neenah. We're the birthplace of Kimberly Clark, and we have a really great pizza. I have no idea why you would ever be here, but if you are, you have to check out Cranky Pat's.
While home for Christmas we were also lucky enough to get a few hours in Milwaukee. Milwaukee rules. It really rules if you love beer. Mostly known for producing like a bazillion bottles of terrible beer, Milwaukee also produces a quite a few bottles of really really good beer.
Definitely check out the Milwaukee Brewing Co. or the Lakefront Brewery.
And Milwaukee has the Bronze Fonz. Beat that.