Because everyone needs a vacation…
This is the second installment of a group of memoirs about my travelings through a small town in New Glarus, Wisconsin. To read the first installment, go here.
The bright July sun baked the inhabitants of southwestern Wisconsin that year. My family once again stopped by New Glarus on the way home from our camping property. We were disappointed to find that the New Glarus Bakery no longer operated their upstairs cafe, only the storefront bakery was open. It was my first lesson in the fact that each moment must be enjoyed to the fullest because it is a rare occasion when its luxury can be repeated. My best friend since kindergarten was with my family this time. She, being two years older than I, had already past the awkward first stages of womanhood, and was flashing her perfectly shaped legs in short, shorts, on the street side of…
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