Most of what I know of Milwaukee I learned from Alice Cooper in Wayne’s World. Turns out it’s actually a cool town. Stayed with some couch surfers Ruth met on her last midwestern tour. We went down to the waterfront to listen to a blues band and watch old white people dance, then to a german bar to play ridiculously dangerous bar games and drink too much. In all, a fine evening.
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Globetrottin’
Maybe this is my coastal elitism, but I had no idea Chicago had such a dense urban core. I had suspected maybe a dozen skyscrapers, but was amazed to see at least fifty while on an architecture boat cruise. One of the pleasures of traveling with an urban planner.
I saw this poem mentioned in a letter to the IHT in response to Elie Wiesel’s full page ad.
Can I forget thee, o Jerusalem?
Tourists by Yehuda Amichai
Visits of condolence is all we get from them.
They squat at the Holocaust Memorial,
They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall
And they laugh behind heavy curtains
In their hotels.
They have their pictures taken
Together with our famous dead
At Rachel's Tomb and Herzl's Tomb
And on Ammunition Hill.
They weep over our sweet boys
And lust after our tough girls
And hang up their underwear
To dry quickly
In cool, blue bathrooms.
Once I sat on the steps by agate at David's Tower, I placed my two heavy baskets at my side. A group of tourists was standing around their guide and I became their target marker. "You see that man with the baskets? Just right of his head there's an arch from the Roman period. Just right of his head." "But he's moving, he's moving!" I said to myself: redemption will come only if their guide tells them, "You see that arch from the Roman period? It's not important: but next to it, left and down a bit, there sits a man who's bought fruit and vegetables for his family."