I've lived in West Allis for about seven years now and I've got to say...our roads are bad and getting worse. It's not just West Allis, but, as this is my home I'm far more concerned about our roads than anyone else's.
As a fellow writer, dreaming of landing my first book deal, I am proud of West Allis' own Longfellow Elementary School's second graders who will see their own book in print long before they hit middle school.
My husband, John, and I got off the plane in Milwaukee yesterday and we had to stop in the terminal so I could put my sweatshirt on. Fifty degrees is a little disappointing for June 2. This is particularly true when you've just spent 6 days in South Carolina trying your best not to look like a piece of bacon on the fry pan. Fifty degrees becomes even more frustrating after having spent the better part of six months wearing sweaters. I can never get warm enough in the winter. Plus, I have lots of cute sandals and capris being wasted in the back of my closet most of the year. I've been pulling them out to look at them since April. With a frown, I put them back in the closet because, even though the calendar says it's spring, Mother Nature has something else to say.
I've lived in the greater Milwaukee area for my entire life. Aside from a six month stint in Florida, Wisconsin is all I know. I love The Great North Woods, I've appreciated Door County, I've relaxed in Prairie du Chien, and I've learned about writing in Madison. I love the candy shop in Eagle River and the Taco John's in Waukesha. Wisconsin is where I've worked and played for decades.