Dateline: Royal Oak, Michigan
Sunday, late in the evening
Mr. H and his daughter recently returned unmutilated and unmarred from a quick trip to Minnesota. Driving a dilapidated 2000 Malibu with more than 130,000 miles on it, he managed to outrun a raging blizzard which blazed its way across the northern plains over the weekend.
When asked about the weather, Mr. H said, "As soon as I drove into Wisconsin, it wasn't so bad." This alludes to the theory that Minnesota is a magnet for cold and blizzard like conditions.
Mr. H and his daughter stayed at an unnamed Wisconsin Dells hotel, which this non-correspondent spent much of the day trying to find online. It was a tough job, since the Wisconsin Dells is a hot spot in the wintertime for snow-weary vacationers from Chicago and the Twin Cities. "The hotel was nice, but the bed was God-awful," Mr. H remarked.
Mr. H enjoyed a sinfully big breakfast of steak, eggs, pancakes and hashbrowns at a local Country Inn at the Wisconsin Dells. Normally, Mr. H's breakfast consists of granola that tastes like twigs and tree bark. (No, I don't partake of this kind of repast.)
Mr. H brought his wife a goodie bag full of Wisconsin cheese as a present. What a guy!
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