Wisconsin's Pit

The Armpit of Wisconsin is a phrase not-so-affectionately given to my neighboring city of Superior.  While dining at a little family owned diner in Superior, the patrons eating in the booths nearby my table pretty much illustrated that phrase To. A. Tee.

Sitting in a corner booth in the direct line of my vision sat a middle aged guy all by himself.  Although, he did not appear all that lonely.  He sat reading the Sunday Comics laughing audibly from time to time searching the crowd's faces for some recognition of why he was laughing.  As though we were all reading the same comic strip at the same time as he was.   Though it was a warm day by winter in Minnesota/Wisconsin standards (in the 30's), he was wearing just a tee-shirt and shorts.  We made eye contact from time to time, and he may or may not have wanted to get in my pants. 

Sitting directly behind me dined a pair of women with deep smoker's voices.  At various intervals throughout the meal, one of the ladies began singing "Silent Night" loud enough to be heard throughout the entire restaurant.  Her deep throaty, out of tune voice serenaded all of us as we chowed down our lunches.  She had to have started singing no less than 10 times during the hour I spent there. 

Between the laughing Comic Strip Guy and the Smoker's Voice Singing Woman, I have concluded that people living in the Armpit of Wisconsin are at least crazy happy little residents.