I moved to the WI side of the Upper Penninsula in autum of '78. It started freezing like hell early October, stopped middle of May and in between we had 12 feet of snow. Fond memories trying to clear the inch of ice from the inside of my bedroom window each morning and breaking girls frozen hair off on the bus plus trying not to inhale through the nose, because at -45° (excl. WCF) the nostrils would freeze shut quicker than you could exhale. - Truly, truly fond memories ...
But I hear what you're saying and especially about this Wisconsin and Germany thing. It is dairy country after all and many there were originally from Germany, just as many in MN are originally from Finland, so it is cows=cows and lakes=lakes after all. I then moved to OK City for college (OU), which was a weird experience with dancing not allowed at all in many counties and with the OK City School Board just having voted down advances to have sex ed in their High Schools for the 19th time in a row.
I had this friend there, Cathy, we worked at a Pizza place together, who one day confessed to me, that Todd, her BF, had gotten her pregnant and she might as well go kill herself, being 16 and all. She meant it, the days WERE such! - So I got her a pregnancy test and then quietly arranged for an abortion at a TX clinic for her. Mind you I was 17 or perhaps 18 myself!
Three months later she is back telling me she is preggie again and when I got (a bit) mad and asked how on earth the had managed to do that, she started to cry and with tears flowing down her face said "Well, I figured you couldn't get pregnant if you did it standing up!" - I was so baffled, I started laughing. Poor girl, physics-savvy, but biology-hopeless as hell. This is where morons in office get you. Needless to say - this being Oklahoma - she was sent off to an unwed mothers home and Todd to an army-style "correction institute". I was the ONLY person to visit Cathy over the next 9 months and no, Todd was later NOT allowed to marry this mother of an illegitimate child! - It totally breaks my heart.
I then moved to Gulf Breeze on Pensacola Island for a bit over two years and people were really friendly there, but it was a private island with too much money abound and the friendliness was just like that, colloquial, not heartfelt. All I really remember from that time is racing my N2O direct injected twin turbo 454 aluminum block Datsun Z-car against Ferraris on the bridge (winning!), having a constant humidity rash on the insides of my legs, buckets full of Sangria and lots of body surfing. - Those must have been fun days, but probably not what got me where I am now ...
Somewhere with a different dancing to booze ratio..
I have NEVER heard that saying before, totally cracked me up, LOL, gotta remember that one, thanks for it!
