My relationship with Wisconsin began in spring of 1973, 42 years ago. A cute college rep showed up at my high school, talking about Ripon College. “The place for me,” the 15-year-old thought. Then I heard about Beloit College, and decided it was really the place for me, and the place I needed to be, ASAP!
Alas, I had one problem: I was only a sophomore in high school. I was working to angles to finish high school in three years. I got my classes/credits completed, and got a conditional agreement from parents about graduating in three years. Three years? OK, if I agreed to attend the University of Arizona for at least one year. Then I went to work,