Maureen Connors Badding arrived in Wauwatosa 22 years ago via Buffalo and Phoenix. She's a freelance writer and habitual volunteer who enjoys book clubs, travel, entertaining and cheering for her daughter's swim team.
I spent a delicious week in Northern California last week, away from my computer. But that didn't stop me from thinking about Wauwatosa and blogging. Some random thoughts kept running through my mind, but I will never have enough time to follow up on them:
- If Brett Favre doesn't succeed with his football comeback, will we see him on The Surreal Life or Dancing with the Stars anytime soon?
- It bugs me when airline passengers complain about not getting a pack of pretzels or getting charged for an extra bag when you can fly across the country for about the same price (or less) than you could 20 years ago, while jet fuel costs at least four times more.
And still, I was embarrassed for Midwest Airlines when the pilot on my San Francisco to Milwaukee flight made a lengthy announcement about how it cost $195 per person in fuel alone to fly that route. It was awkward, and I half expected the flight attendants to pass a hat before they passed out the cookies.
- Borrowing a friend's portable GPS navigation system for our vacation was a stroke of genius. Those things are great!
- Why doesn't anyone pronounce bruschetta correctly? I can see in Milwaukee, where the SCH section of the phone book is by far the largest. But Californians have no excuse. Repeat after me: broo-sket-ta.