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“Wisconsinite” I think that’s how you say it.
It’s wierd. Now that I’m in New York, everything Wisconsin is cool. Cheese curds are cool. Brats are cool. The Packers are cool. Even Polka is cool. It seems like most everyone you meet here is from somewhere else. Someone remarked to me that you identify with your place of origin because it gives you a sense of identity in the city.
I suppose that’s true. One of the first questions I ask when I meet someone new is, “Where are you from?” The rest of the conversation proceeds from there. Something like “Oh, that place is neat.” or “Oh, I’ve never been there before, but I hear the fish are great.”
For me right now I love talking about Wisconsin and Stevens Point. It would be so cool if there was a Wisconsin restaurant here in the city. It could serve brats, cheese curds, lefse, and Point and Leinenkugel beer. There could be entrees like the Hodag Burger or the Door County Omelette. Around cranberry season there could be a cranberry special or something. And during football season. There could Packer specials and with special discounts if you wear green and gold or something during a Packer game. (which, by the way would be on the big plasma screen) There could be cribbage, sheepshead and euchre nights. Oh, it would be so much fun.
But ok, then. Back to the real world…
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