Once upon a time, there was a magical land far, far away named Milwaukee. It was a land filled with beggars and champagne…
…at least in my eyes, the starry eyes of a non-native.
Before I moved here I led a previous life in Dallas, and a previous-previous life in SoCal. At a young age, Wayne’s World taught me that Milwaukee was Algonquin for “The Good Land”.
Hey, I thought it must be an alright place if Alice Cooper and the Native Americans said so.
Other than that, people told me it was a land of cheese and beer. Seriously, this is all I once knew.
When I first met my Milwaukeean paramour in Dallas, we interrogated each other – as we all do during the dating phase – and naturally we confessed our first dreadful jobs.
Quite casually, he said, “I used to be a beggar.”
“A beggar?” I asked, batting my eyelashes and trying my darnedest to stay open-minded, because man oh man was I smitten!
“You know…at the grocery store.”
“Oh, a BAGger! You bagged groceries.”
“That’s what I said.”
No you didn’t.
It turns out the letter “a” is pronounced a little differently in the Midwest.
We had a good laugh over that…obviously. And, me and my far-from-bumming beau got hitched and moved to Milwaukee, the good land.
*Read the rest of the story over at OnMilwaukee.com (I was invited to write a “Readers Blog” at On Milwaukee, so it would be awesome if you guys could stop by their place…I promise there are more laughs with this kooky tale.)