I’m spending the weekend in Green Lake, Wisconsin, a cherished annual pilgrimage to so-called Flyover Country.
I’ve written about my weekends in Green Lake a couple times before:
Having lived in cities all my life, some things still surprise me year after year. Doors are not locked here. You can walk into any house or any car. People trust one another crime is virtually non-existent.
Each year we go for fish fry on Friday night and what amazed me last night was how cavalierly cash is left lying around. Right next to the restaurant door was each waitress’ tip cup, filled with cash. Anyone could have grabbed it and walked right out. But I don’t think that happens here. People don’t think like that.
There is a jail and police force…it’s not like the area is totally crime-free. Nevertheless, it is still a throwback to the best of the past. It is truly something I enjoy as a break from the commotion of life in Los Angeles. It’s almost as good as Christmas in Germany.
Last night I enjoyed pan-fried walleye for dinner, the quintessential Wisconsin fish dinner.
I’m looking forward to some prime rib tonight. Hopefully I can catch up on sleep as well. It is 47ºF outside, but I was on the water yesterday afternoon and this morning:
Whether a small village in Italy or flyover country in the USA, I just love weekend getaways. Small town America is not called the “heartland” for nothing. I hope you are enjoying your weekend and I’ll check in with you again on Monday.