To Me, Milwaukee

Tonight brings a sensory experience I haven't had in too long: brisk April air and the overwhelming scent of laundry from a dense South Side neighborhood--to me, Milwaukee. I'm enjoying a late dinner break at Classic Slice in Bay View--to me, Milwaukee. I note that with New Glarus Fat Squirrel in my plastic tumbler (this being Classic Slice) and a newly concocted, nearly perfect coffee blend in the grinder hopper back at the office, life seems very good indeed. The blend consists of 1/3 Anodyne Breakfast Blend, 1/3 Starbucks  Tribute Blend and 1/3 Alterra Delta Mud. Sobriety permitting, I'm going to go out of my way and drive through St. Francis on the way back, mostly because it's called St. Francis, but also because it's a place dedicated to others' interpretation of the faith that's been so much on my mind lately. That, too: to me, Milwaukee.