FatLand: The Early Days – 48

At her next stop, in Wisconsin, a group of jolly Madisonians greeted her with a combination fish fry and beer party.

“How the hell did you manage to do this under the current laws?” she asked as a few of them sang songs from the early 2000’s and 1990’s in a cheerily loud voice.

“Hell, the mayor doesn’t even believe in these laws,” Arnie, a new lawyer, informed her as he poured another beer for her and one for himself. “Bottoms up!”

Angela wasn’t sure that she would get to give much of a speech, but what she was seeing was cheering her immensely. “I wish more places would be like Madison,” she said. “I mean, with the courage to rebel against dictatorial and inhumane and injurious laws.”

“It’s in our blood,” Arnie assured her as he drank the dark good German beer slowly.

“What’s in your blood now is about 90% beer,” Shervin, another young lawyer, announced.

“But choice beer,” Arnie assured him. “To Angela,” he said, raising his again-full glass.

“To Angela,” Shervin and the others responded.

“To Madison,” Angela said, raising her glass and drinking deeply, then draining it.

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