every day someone asks me where i am from. i usually keep it simple by replying with the midwest or wisconsin, or between green bay and milwaukee. no one really seems know where manitowoc is. that is until this past friday. the following conversation is with an ATA pilot that was on my flight from phoenix to st. louis.
where are you from?
the midwest.
no where?
it's in wisconsin. you wouldn't know it.
i live in green bay.
oh really? cool. i grew up in manitowoc. fellow cheesehead and yadda yadda yadda.
some time later...
hey, i used to own a bar in manitowoc.
neat. which one?
oh, the first bar you pass on calumet heading east.
(thinking thinking thinking, light bulb) the strip club?
yup.
sick.
oh yes, that is correct. i met the man who turned what used to be just a bar into what is now Top Hat. it's a small small world. by the way, he sold his share of the bar to his business associate who still owns it. i was slightly disgusted at the thought of this man owning a strip club, disgust turned to horror as he told me stories about the strippers. like i said before, sick.
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