Wisconsin dontcha know

-Parking: $8
-Ticktets: $0
-Selling the extra tickets Will acquired: +$20
-Peanuts, Beer, Sandwich & Desert: $0
-Leaving Miller Park with more money than you entered it with?... Priceless.

The legend of "Business Will" continues to grow as the trip progresses (this prefix has been aptly given to Will as it seems that we might very well end up finishing this trip in the black). After paying $8 for parking at Miller, worries arose that our streak of deliberate and extreme thrift might be in jeopardy. However, to the great relief of both parties, it was anything but. Did Will get us tickets? Yes. Did Will get two more tickets and promptly turn his $0 investment into $20? Yes. Did we weasel our way down three levels at the ballpark? Yes. Oh yes dear friends; such is the life when traveling with “Business Will.”

We took our seats and soon realized we were among some of the nicest people in the great state of Wisconsin. To our left was a party whose seats we were technically in. They not only didn’t mind us sitting there, but also provided us with a contact in D.C. who would gladly take us to a game. Additionally, a bet was made between Will and a young lady among their party on what the outcome of the Sausage Race would be (Will backing the hotdog and she putting her faith in the bratwurst). When the family decided to leave before the race began she simply apologized and paid up, resulting in a free beer for us (note: technically the beer was Will’s, but be assured Todd’s inner socialist emerged when there emerged one beer between two people).

To our right sat a retired couple from a small town near Madison. As the game progressed they generously provided us with a five-course meal consisting of peanuts, broccoli, sandwiches, twizzlers and watermelon and also shared interesting insight into the Wisconsin dairy industry, which has been heavily hurt by plummeting milk prices. The husband, whose name was Tom Vinz, went on to indulged us with a story about a dairy in his area that converted its cows' manure into energy (enough to be self-sufficient and power over 500 homes). Local flavor (no pun intended) was not in short supply.

Pause for epic Will Fail... Dear God, we're half way to Chicago and he's realized he's lost his wallet. We're driving back to Milwaukee. I'm in no condition to continue writing. More to come.


Todd & Will