Family lured Jerrianne and her husband to South Milwaukee in 2002 from Southern California where she worked as, first, a journalist, then, as a court information officer. She now stays busy with media-relations consulting, playing with her three grandchildren (part of the lure), writing, discovering her new environs, and hoping her garden will produce before the first fall frost.
I asked a friend in Milwaukee today how his July 4th celebration was.
"Great!" he said. "It was kind of a Norman Rockwell Fourth of July."
"Wow," I replied. "That’s exactly what our celebration in South Milwaukee was like."
We compared notes – parade and races for the kids,, hotdogs and ice cream and a grand finale of an ooh-aah, eye-popping fireworks display.
Ours in Grant Park even bested last year’s in at least one category. Trash. Or rather not as much of it. At least not after the fireworks were over. Was that because of what appeared to me to be a little more visible police presence as families, friends and neighbors arrived, spread blankets, set up lawn chairs, opened coolers and visited until the fireworks got started? Whatever the reason, as we exited the spectator area after the show was over, I noticed considerably less this year than last.
Yep, pretty darn Norman Rockwell.