Y Not Here

Hungry, riding the back roads of northern Wisconsin, we passed an eat joint named “Y Not Here Bar & Grill, Ron’s Not Here”.  Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to check out the place, we turned around and headed back.


Subtle humor permeated the atmosphere, and the bar stools were filled with local characters who were open to conversation.

Waiting for our food to arrive, I paged through a book dedicated to the history of Nelma, WI.  The first entry that caught my attention was an old grainy photo of a Model T being driven down a corduroy highway (road made of logs laid crosswise, held together with stringers laid lengthwise), obviously speed was not a factor.  My husband and I could not imagine how the occupants of the vehicle withstood the bumpy ride of continuous speed bumps.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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