I re-visited my old haunts in Brew City this weekend and my love for MKE burns eternal.
Most days I can't remember what it felt like to be a Marquette student--I am far away and immersed in another world.
But once on the ground my internal compass pointed me toward Brady Street. I took advantage of what I could around campus and in downtown Milwaukee, but there was such a thrill in hopping a bus (or taking a long walk) and discovering other neighborhoods. My first off-campus love was Brady Street.
The first coffeeshop I ever came to haunt--with homework and a novel and some paper and a pen--was Rochambo. I returned with knitting and a magazine and the hours slipped away.
Ahh, and then there's the Oriental. An indie movie theatre with a punk rock history and the longest running live cast of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.