I hear you brother. I’m a lucky man with three kids, seven grandsons and one great-grandson. The three kids are now in GA, WI, and PA, but the one in PA may be moving to Syracuse. Note to self: MI is between EauClair and Syracuse!
Before I retired, I remember talking to a guy who was a little older than me. He was giving me advice to not “Chase your kids around”, otherwise, I’d never settle down. At the time, I pictured retirement in a modest house, playing alot of golf or bowling and gracefully aging “in place” with other like-minded seniors like Bols. (lol).
I’ve come to realize that that person’s advice was dead wrong. I’ll chase my kids if I want to, bc they are my team. I’m not ready for golf, bowling or senior outings. Since I retired in 2017, I’ve lived in NJ, PA, NC, SC, and FL., and maybe on the move again. Staying within striking distance of the team, and exploring much of what this great country has to offer.
My favorite state is the state of relaxation. Heading to Des Moines later today to smoke cigars with some of my loser friends, then going to a dive bar to see some live music, Unmarried daughters and no grandchildren so I keep my self entertained by hanging with old friends.
I used to stop thru there on my way to Spokane. There was a great steak house called Wolf Lodge just east at the northern end that was worth the price. Really beautiful country around there and the trout fishing was really good too. BTW @3rdRGR , did you go to the bar at “The Davenport” hotel, very cool place. Also, “The Baby Bar”, best dive bar in Spokane.
We tried to get into the Cedars floating restaurant, but were starving and couldn’t get in for a couple hours. So we ended up at Anthony’s Steakhouse which was ok. We heard Beverly’s was cool as it was like 7th floor overlooking the lake, but we just walked around on the docks after dinner. We’ve got a new high potential customer out there, so I’ve got a great excuse to go back.
A couple years ago there was a walleye taken that was over 7 pounds. Pretty cool to see kids riding by my house literally every day with fishing poles.
Wisconsin is awesome. Great slow paced way of life, good people.
You already have a leg up to knowing in advance about the Green & Gold cult-much easier to deal with when you know it’s not their fault (the brain washing starts at a very early age).
He’s there! Starts his new job tomorrow.
He stopped at my place in FL, my daughtere’s place in Atlanta, and one hotel. He took some non-interstates - FL, GA, Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois and Wisconsin. Said the 28 hour drive was pretty scenic except for Illinois and its ghost-towns and flatness. He was trying to be objective, but said as soon as he crossed the border from Illinois to Wisconsin, it got scenic again, LOL. Good luck my blue-eyed son, good luck my darling young one!
I’ve not read the responses yet, so pardon me if it’s been said.
Wisconsin is not a bad state. There are bad parts, but there is also a vast area that is beautiful to drive through. People are chill and at most times a bit too considerate on the road. I would 100% vacation in different parts of Wisconsin with exactly zero reservation, including the Green Bay surrounding area. If work presented an opportunity to spend time there, I’m packing my bags that night. Yes, it’s home to the Packers and I’m as diehard FTP as anyone. But it’s a damn nice state.
That said, I have exactly zero interest in ever being near Madison or Milwaukee again. Zero.
The most fascinating thing about Wisconsin is how deep the accent gets the closer you get to Minnesota. For reference, there is a northerner accent in Michigan that is detectable as far south as our thumb. It’s mild, but present. As you travel north, it intensifies, but not too noticeably. Once in the UP, it’s a little thicker, but consistent throughout. Then you cross into Wisconsin… Familiar sounds at the border, but the further you travel west toward Minny, the closer you get to Fargo-type language (or worse). It’s like my Canadian friends camping. Typical Canadian accents on words like “a boat” for “about”, but by the time they’re 12 beers deep, you’re on a Scottish Isle.
