On Tuesday, January 14, 2003, at 01:14 AM, Mike Johnston wrote:
As teenagers my friends and I endured epic late-night Leinie's runs that
could last four hours and land us in god-forsaken little rural hamlets in
central Wisconsin in the middle of the wee hours.
Having lived in the rural hamlets of Tripoli and Prentice, I didn't find them all that god-forsaken. <g> But, yes, Wisconsin is the land of cow farts, beer, and cheese.
I don't know if Wisconsin stills leads the nation in love handles run amok, but it was the nation's leader for quite awhile.
Dan (god-forsaken) Scott
