My son just returned from Wisconsin

He went there, to Troy, to a music festival thing. He saw the Queens, his favorite band, as well as Mudhoney—lucky bastard. Also, George Harrison's son's band, which he said was good, Pearl Jam, some others.

It rained the whole time and he and his friends froze.

After the concert, they went couch-surfing in Milwaukee and stayed with some college kids. There was a party, cops, and blood, but they made it out alive and are back here in the West, the land Jim Morrison pronounced correctly as "the best".

Get here and we'll do the rest.

He said Milwaukee is a shithole. They went to downtown Milwaukee, in the middle of the day, and it was essentially abandoned. "Everything was closed, boarded up," he said. "Great big tall buildings with no one in them. It was creepy."

In the distance, a lone dog barked. Across a once busy street tumbled a tumble weed.

"It was like the apocalypse."