In 1993 the late South Dakota historian John E.
Hell, I’ve ranked for you the best Culver’s on I-94 in wisconsin. I-94 has played a disproportionately large part of my life-I’ve never lived more than ten minutes from that road, across three states and four cities.
It brought me back to the stories of the Dark Ages that get bandied around: Interstate 94, Northwestern 0. I actually thought about it the first time when we drove up to the parking lots from the Ukrainian Village on Saturday and saw the Interstate 94 sign. I’ve written about it already, but damn, did Saturday feel good.įriday and Sunday, on the other hand, reminded me of the unpleasantness of graduate school-not the work, mind you, but the mindless, lifeless drive across I-94 in wisconsin.
