Off-Topic Tuesday: Flagpoles and Booyah

A few weeks back during our season of reruns, I repeated a travel piece that first appeared at my original blog, the Daily Aneurysm. Since some amongst the readership enjoyed it, here’s another, covering a  journey from Madison to Wisconsin’s eastern shore.

The first interesting place you hit on [US] 151 [northeast of Madison] is Beaver Dam. Beaver Dam used to be the home of the Monarch Range Company. A Monarch range was the centerpiece of a lot of Wisconsin kitchens—including my grandmother’s—from the turn of the 20th century into the 1980s, until the company sold out and its successor went bankrupt.

The next stop along 151 is Waupun. In 1851, three years after Wisconsin became a state, Waupun was selected as the site of the state prison. Some of today’s prisoners reside in the first building erected, in 1854. Newly constructed prisons—and Wisconsin has its share, because, [as in] other states, prison construction was much of what passed for economic development here during the 1980s—look like industrial plants, apart from the razor wire. But old prisons, like Waupun, with those forbidding stone walls and towers, look like prisons. Waupun’s prison is on the National Register of Historic Places, but it’s safe to say you don’t want to visit there.

Fond du Lac is where U.S. 151, Interstate 43, U.S. 45, U.S. 41, and Wisconsin 23 (the road to Sheboygan) intersect. Thus, you can’t go anywhere in eastern Wisconsin, including to heaven or hell, without going through Fond du Lac first. It’s a city of 42,000 that seems to sprawl on for miles. When I first started traveling that way regularly a couple of years ago, I suggested that what they really needed to do was unleash a fleet of bulldozers to straighten out the byzantine curves of 151 that wound you through the city’s downtown. Fortunately, they’ve finally opened a bypass. . . .

I made a quick convenience-store stop in Fond du Lac, and saw a store across the street called National Flagpole. It occurred to me that while I’ve seen dozens of places selling flags, this was the first one I’d ever seen selling the poles.

My destination Thursday night was Manitowoc, a lakeside industrial town that, like many industrial towns, ain’t entirely what it used to be. The giant Mirro cookware plant closed a couple of years ago (you could use a Mirro pot to cook on your Monarch range for most of 100 years). Manitowoc remains a shipbuilding town, however, and has been for a long time. The sports teams at Lincoln High are nicknamed the Shipbuilders, or Ships for short.

Friday I had to head up to Mishicot, a town 15 miles north of Manitowoc notable primarily for a resort with a 45-hole golf course. On the way, I went past a grocery store with a sign out front advertising its hours as 6:06AM to 10:33PM. On my way home, I went through little Francis Creek, Wisconsin, where one of the local bars was advertising its upcoming booyah bash on an outdoor sign. Booyah is a chicken stew loaded with vegetables, created by the Belgians who settled that part of northeastern Wisconsin. The stuff is sometimes called Belgian penicillin, and a typical booyah recipe is meant to feed dozens or hundreds.

On the return trip, I hit Fond du Lac in a snowstorm, which dropped travel speeds to 30 or 40 the rest of the way home, and turned a three-hour trip into a four-hour trip. It meant I had to concentrate more on the road than the sights along it, but I’d seen enough on the way up. Because only a failure of curiosity or imagination requires you to think of a trip as dull.

(Originally posted on January 22, 2006.)

2 responses

  1. Another great travelogue.
    An old friend of mine is from Manitowoc. I’m gonna have to ask him if he’s ever had booyah.

  2. Your last sentence says it all. My folks often noticed that during out-of-state family auto trips , one of their kids would always be wide awake and soaking up the wonders of the darkness while his siblings were all fast asleep.

    Back in the ’70s, I received a pair of gag gifts from a college radio pal who’d picked up the latest broadcasting promo treasures/cast-offs at the venerable Axeman surplus emporium on St. Paul’s University Avenue. One of those goodies was a lovely, 18-inch plastic ruler from Virginia’s WCVA (“Culpeper’s Best Salesman”.) The other was a white plastic KFIZ/1450 (“Wisconsin’s 1st Radio Station Since 1922”) coffee mug. I’m guessing that the letter “I” in its KFIZ logo was supposed to represent the Fond du Lac lighthouse, but it sure looks like a dead-ringer for one of the guard towers at Waupun.

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