This summer, I took my kids to Wisconsin.
This was exciting for them, because Wisconsin has things that Phoenix does not: trees, a river with actual water in it, small candy and ice cream shops every few miles, and my elderly relatives.
I named my youngest son for my oldest surviving uncle, but the two had yet to meet and given that my uncle is pushing 90…
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