1. A cool + rainy day in downtown Milwaukee, WI. Riverwalk District, I believe.
2. Being welcomed by pretty towel art in a hotel room makes me smile. I love the animal ones the best though.
I’m currently here on a 32 hour layover, which really means that whilst writing this post I am somehow “working”. I am okay with this. And the not-so-pleasant-weather – I’m okay with that too. A little rain and cold weather never hurt anyone that packed a solid jacket and scarf at least. This actually makes for my second time ever visiting in Wisconsin. Most people think of cheese and the Green Bay Packers, but the two things that always come to mind are my childhood best friend + the act of paying-it-forward.
My childhood bestie moved away when she was 9 and I was 10 years old. We’re exactly one year apart – both born on the same day of different years. That fact alone has always bonded us heavily I think. When she moved from Houston to Madison, we wrote letters for years. You know, that was before email was the big thing and you had to sit down and write on lined paper by hand. To this day though, we’ll exchange the occasional call or email, but she is not a believer of any type of social media or even the idea of cell phones. She is, however, a huge advocate of human rights and the care for women. She is actually the FIRST woman of color to become a Midwife in the ENTIRE state of Wisconsin!!
That. Is. Amazing.
I saved up some money in college and visited her for a few days back in 2005 to celebrate our 21st + 22nd birthdays together. A close friend of hers bought her and I both a ticket to the Neko Case concert. He was a huge fan of her music, and the ticket was waiting for me even before I had arrived. I had never heard of her before, and this guy didn’t even know me at all. The concert was absolutely amazing, and when I later thanked him for getting the ticket he told me not to worry about it. He said, “Sometimes it’s nice to get something special from someone you don’t even know.”
Call me crazy, but that has always stayed with me. Whenever I have the opportunity to volunteer, like for my local Habitat for Humanity, I think about that very message. And I keep waiting for my moment to buy a ticket for someone else that doesn’t know me like that.
So needless to say, Wisconsin will always have a small place in my heart.
P.S.– And Yes. In case you were wondering, the post title was definitely a steal from That 70’s Show. Although you probably weren’t wondering that at all.