10 Months in America's Dairyland

On first relocating to Wisconsin from the UK, where I’d accepted a position in 2002 as an unemployed depressive, and where the Labour government offers tax incentives to the vocal fed up, I was at first discombobulated by the unnerving cheerfulness of the mostly bulbous locals. At a coffee shop in Kenosha, our waitress, who probably weighed as much as o…