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I'd let our basement situation get out of hand.
I'd heard about an Electronic Scrap Recycling Event at State Fair Park couple weeks ago.
I'd waited too long to get my stuff ready, and now had less than two hours before the event ended.
I'd break something rushing to haul the two bulky console TVs up the stairs.
I'd not broken any bones though.
I'd quickly loaded the van with help from my son, a hand cart and the frozen ground to wheel it over.
I'd left Waukesha after 1:00 without time to fuel up.
I'd arrive at 84th Street around 1:30 and spend the next 5 or so driving to the end of the line, which stretched down Greenfield - probably a mile away.
I'd wait in line close to an hour, well past the 2:00 close of the event.
I'd run out of gas if the line was any longer.
I'd pray the car in front of me wouldn't be the last one allowed in.
I'd thank everyone I encountered for not turning me away.
I'd hand some old computer monitors out the driver's door - they didn't like people leaving their vehicles.
I'd get out and help with the two large console TVs anyway.
I'd snap pictures of the helpful workers and shake their hands.
I'd gas up at the first station outside the fair park.
I'd zigzag over to 22nd and Wisconsin for a fun St. Patrick's event at the Irish Cultural and Heritage Center - I was fairly close anyway.
I'd have you travel Wisconsin Avenue in Milwaukee if you think Waukesha's potholes are bad.
I'd enter the ICHC without paying - the fee waived this year to help everyone enjoy the show in this down economy.
I'd encounter standing room only in the Hallamor, the former sanctuary of the old church.
I'd climb the creaky stairs for a better view of the stage, and sit in the antique front pew of the back balcony.
I'd thoroughly enjoy the Trinity Irish Dancers, even the five cute young colleens and lassies performing for the first time.
I'd not seen so many curls and kilts since Irishfest.
I'd chuckle at the irony of a lost child situation - the little girl's name was Colleen and her da was located in the pub.
I'd like to thank the Shamrock Club of Wisconsin and the Electronic Recycling Event sponsors for a very good day.