I vow to never fly again. I'll take the big boats across the ocean for the first time since the Elizabeth I and Mauretania in the fifties.

A brief trip to a resort in the midwest (The American Club in Kohler Wisconsin, quelle parallel universe) was marred by terror rides both ways, waiting on the tarmac for four hours, passenger doors that would not open. That's it. Cauchemarant!

All was redeemed by the beauty of Whistling Straits and Blackwolf Run and charming adorable Wisconsin which reminds me of Old America before It Changed! Whether I could live there is another matter but it has always held a special place in my mind.