Several months ago I reentered Milwaukee a year removed from the most life-changing summer of my life. Midway through the summer I blogged about that heavy drive into the city; here now is the continuation of that tale, recounting my 24 hours back in sweet Milwaukee.
After parking on all too familiar Logan Street I stumbled from my car and walked around the Lutheran church that served as my team’s housing site last summer. Perhaps the most eerie stroll I’ve ever taken. Our old conference room had been converted into a soup kitchen storage room. Our staff lounge had new furniture. Our chalkboard messages for next year’s Milwaukee staffers were still clearly visible 9 months later, ready for their innocent eyes that very weekend.