I’m reading Althouse right now and just feeling a huge wave of homesickness for Madison. I see the pictures of Bascom Hill and Abe Lincoln, those familiar paths that I trod almost daily through sun and snow and ice, and I wish I could be back there, 5-degree weather and all.

Although I’ve lived most of my life in the Milwaukee area, I spent eight years in Madison—three as a child and five as a college student. In my heart, Madison has always been my hometown.

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