You never know who you're going to run into at
the Willy St. Fair.
I love this town. They say Madison lives in it's own bubble.
I think that's pretty cool, bubbles rise to the top instead of staying sunken in the mud like the inbred little tourist town folks I grew up with in Northern Wisconsin.
The ones who stayed mostly became drunks, jesus freaks or both, if they didn't drive into trees and die.