“What is there to do in Milwaukee?”
That’s the first question friends asked me when I told them I was visiting the largest city in Wisconsin. I did not have an answer, but I knew that after returning from New York and catching up on missed YouTube subscriptions in my pajamas for 8 hours, I needed a break from Evanston (again).
Milwaukee was only two hours away from Chicago by train, and it wasn’t some random cornfield town in America I hadn’t heard of. I had a day or two to kill before spring break ended and a desire for adventure to satisfy, so that night, I booked a round-trip train ticket to Milwaukee for the next day.