I admit it freely, I am oriented to a larger city. Washington DC suits me. And every time I find myself in a small town or a rural area I suffer from a weird claustrophobia. ( this might be agoraphobia??) One would think that I would embrace the wide open spaces, but it is just the opposite with me. I fear the wide open spaces and mostly long for the crush of houses, people and stuff that I am used to. The ride from Milwaukee to Stevens Point was everything I get nervous about… nothing.. Lots and lots of nothing. A three hour drive through nothing. I know that farmers and hunters and outdoorsmen would see it differently. But to me it is just a vast stretch of vaguely threatening nothing; a place where, if your car broke down you could hope for….nothing. But on we pressed until we came to the near- nothingness of Plover, Wisconsin, where our hotel was. Luckily the hard part of our trip was over and the delightful part ahead.
The concert was a gem. The hospitality shown to us throughout our trip was amazing. The CWSO played beautifully. Pat Miles, the maestro, was a solid rock of a conductor, melding the loose ends of a jazz band with the strictures of an orchestra seamlessly. The audience was one of the most appreciative we have ever had. The after-party on Sunday was a warm embrace of food and bright conversation. Now that I know what lies just beyond the nothingness between Milwaukee’s General Mitchell Airport and Stevens Point- I can hardly wait to go back.