Speaking of Germans, here's what it was like Saturday evening after my friend Danette and I finished our walk.
Danette, after I tell her the German story from work: You know there are a lot of Germans in Milwaukee.
Me: I know! I am one!
Danette: Me, too! But I fight it! I go into a festival and hear German music and it's like it is speaking to something deep in me. (She pulls her shoulders back and stands up straighter.)
Me: It makes you want to invade a small country!
Danette: Yes! That's why I have to fight it. Anyhow - they used to give a lot of tickets for jaywalking here.
Danette: Because it's against the rules.
Me: Oh. Right.
Danette: You can't have people breaking the rules!
Me: No. You can't.
Danette: I have that tendency - I am a rule follower. I have to fight it. But it's hard!
Me: I know.
Danette: So I made myself wait until 6:30 to leave my house tonight.
Me: When it was 6:32 and you weren't here, I started to worry that something might be wrong.
Danette: I forced myself to sit down and read a paragraph of my book so I wouldn't be early.
Me: This is Wisconsin. People here show up early.