Anymore

Madison West, Holiday Inn. Selects.

12:44am. Or, 11 hours and 16 minutes until kickoff in Green Bay for the (meat) Packers at Lambeau. Unfortunate Badgers loss earlier this night. The Hepburn, some solace. And the fact that, but for the shirt, we care not much, in the end, for that result. Obama, more critical. The Chicago guy in the cab. The random yellings in this background. The pin worn proudly, even in a state we worry not about. It must be so. Despite the fact that the country is not like the city, as our man said, it is very much not like a city like Chicago... But, hopefully, it will be enough. "That's the way things are."

So many people. So much, apparent, sadness at the pureness of this university town (and yes those commas were intentional).

No escape. Try and put a downpayment on...

Some of the legitimate conversation is permeating through. And the relentless opposition to any idea of a coming recession seems embedded in this lovely University and Capital town.

I started this post out with a simple thought - that I would record the slight buzz from the Vodka/Watermelon Orpheum special, and the new line of the beer - oh, wait a second, I forgot to say that - "In a stunning turn of events, a fill-in fighter TKOs the heavily hyped Kimbo Slice in a flash."

Where was I? Oh yes, the slogan: "Point Special Beer - It's not just for breakfast anymore!"

Conversation behind you. Knowing that there is nothing you can add, but yet that -

"And then be silent." Yes, that's old and fine and true and fair. 10h58 to kickoff at Lambeau. In this world of dreams...