After a quick weekend trip to Chippewa Falls/Eau Claire, Wisconsin, I would like to offer the following suggestions for new state mottos:
Wisconsin: Take Your Shoes Off, We Just Cleaned
(Seriously, the whole place looks freshly scrubbed. Don’t go tracking your out-of-state dirt all over the place.)
Wisconsin: Cranberry Bogs—Who Knew?
(I thought they were only in Rhode Island.)
Wisconsin: Even Our Walmart Employees are Polite
(And they have that adorable accent.)
Wisconsin: More Culver’s Than Starbucks
(You can see the next Culver’s from the last one. I’m fine with that.)
Wisconsin: We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Street Lights
(Would it kill you guys to light up the interstate, or does everybody just go home before dark?)
Other travel thoughts:
My souvenir policy: t-shirt or it didn’t happen.
When I see someone walking into a motel with dogs: “Cute dog! How nice that they allow dogs here!”
When I’m trying to sleep in a bed that’s not mine and somebody’s dog is barking: “^%#@&*&&$%# dog!”
No matter where I am or how “foreign” the cable channels, if I can find an episode of “Law and Order,” I’m home.
Wisconsin: Take Your Shoes Off, We Just Cleaned
(Seriously, the whole place looks freshly scrubbed. Don’t go tracking your out-of-state dirt all over the place.)
Wisconsin: Cranberry Bogs—Who Knew?
(I thought they were only in Rhode Island.)
Wisconsin: Even Our Walmart Employees are Polite
(And they have that adorable accent.)
Wisconsin: More Culver’s Than Starbucks
(You can see the next Culver’s from the last one. I’m fine with that.)
Wisconsin: We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Street Lights
(Would it kill you guys to light up the interstate, or does everybody just go home before dark?)
Other travel thoughts:
My souvenir policy: t-shirt or it didn’t happen.
When I see someone walking into a motel with dogs: “Cute dog! How nice that they allow dogs here!”
When I’m trying to sleep in a bed that’s not mine and somebody’s dog is barking: “^%#@&*&&$%# dog!”
No matter where I am or how “foreign” the cable channels, if I can find an episode of “Law and Order,” I’m home.
Note: Not a light pole in sight.
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