Monday, August 02, 2004

civilian concerns: a study in contrast

It has long been said that Marshfield, Wisconsin is the New York City of the Midwest. Both cities have people, and stores, and some grass here and there. But while these cities are indeed strikingly similar, if you think long and hard some differences can be found. For example, here is what locals are most concerned with in their respective cities.

*NYC. On Friday when I left my big banker-type building in Midtown, I was greeted by several machine gun wielding police officers. While I am generally one of the "try everything once" types of people, I can say with certainty that being within touching distance of a machine gun was one experience that was not missing from my life. Also, hearing my superiors discuss who gets sent to our New Jersey offices in late August "in case something happens" just warms my heart. As does returning to the office to see "Terror Threat: Companies Prepare" on CNN along with a picture of the outside of my building.

*Marshfield. An angered citizen writes to the Local Paper:

Fri, Jul 30, 2004

Winner slighted in contest story

Editor: I am wondering why, when Smith Brothers of Colby won the pork cooking contest held during Hub City Days, their name and picture were not in the headline, instead of at the end of the story. I think that was very unfair.

ISABELLE BRENNER
Curtiss


Oh Isabelle, if only I too could be so concerned about the proper recognition of the winners of pork cooking contests...

2 comments:

Andrew said...

Let's compare! What's in the "Go-Bag" under your desk? I have a roll of duct tape, a flashlight-radio, a sharpie, matches, a hooded disney sweatshirt, some powerbars and a strawberry gatorade. In case, you know, food gets, like, contaminated. Wait, I think I ate the powerbars. I guess if push comes to shove, I can always use the matches to start a campfire and cook the flesh of the deceased...

Gina said...

actually, all i've got is three pairs of heels and some rumpled papers that were probably tasks i was supposed to take care of but forgot about. they don't care about me. oh well, if i'm gonna go at least it'll be in the company of designer footwear.