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riding highway fifty-one After having left on Wednesday, I quietly made my way back into Milwaukee at seven o'clock last night. Once I crossed over that imaginary boundary, I remembered something. Returning home after a vacation, no matter how small it might have been, is hard to do. That four and a half hour ride from the northern part of the state back to Milwaukee is an amazing transformation. I went from seeing maybe one car every few miles to dozens of cars within a mile as I sped southward. Inches of snow became barren fields and the sun fell behind some clouds that weren't there when I woke. County after county of salt on the road coated my car. It was just another reminder of far I had come within the space of a day. I hadn't left the state, but it was a different world from where I was in the morning. ... They're forecasting five to eight inches of snow this afternoon and into the evening, but as of now nothing has materialized on the ground or in the sky. As foolish as it might seem, I washed my car this morning after work. I didn't see a need to have that base layer of salt lingering any longer than it already had. |