There it is, right in the middle of farmland USA. And yes there is a Wausau in Florida too- POSSUM CAPITAL OF THE WORLD. Don't get any ideas Bubba we are not attending the annual Possum Festival. One Wausau is plenty.
Our pal Jack-a Chicago boy- has lived here for 30 some years. I expect him to sprout udders any time.
I GUESS Jack's old ticker couldn't quite take the thought of Boca's visit so he scheduled himself a cardiac cath on the day of our arrival. Not to worry old Jackie boy...we will find you. His darling wife MK schlepped us right over to that hospital. There you are! Ha and you thought you could get out of buying us the beer....
So off to meet our pal Molly O'Malley and her beau Dan. A visit to the man cave is in order....they take the MAN CAVE in Wisconsin to the stratosphere of testosterone. Is is the long cold winters? the hunting and fishing? the sports? the cheese curds? ah yes...the beer making!
Molly is pure sunshine and light. It is a joy to be around her. She is a nurse by day and a biker and fun seeker by night. So while we were sad and concerned for Jack.....we carried on in the Olinger tradition-always time for some Wisconsin chow and a libation. Yes an excellent reason to toast his up rev'd ticker. Don't worry Jackie boy we will save some for you. Udderly sublime...
