Green Bay

"A few hours earlier, on a flight from Los Angeles to Minneapolis, I'd sat beside an earnest, alcoholic welder from Green Bay. He was bringing his mother's ashes to California."

"It should be this quaint fishing village in the northwoods, the kind of place where you have your first summer love by the quiet lakeside or bury the corpse of a loud drunk from Milwaukee. It is instead a sprawling, overbuilt suburb - a cold Florida that's buried the natural aesthetic in service of "