Six fixtures at the bar find their focus, from separate travel forays, is on Phoenix

Three patrons and a bartender met down in Phoenix … and several days later there were two more patrons in a redux.
Turns out this is no joke, and a couple of them found they also are originally from the Manitowoc area, but had to get down to Arizona, or at least talk at length about it, in order to discover that.
One of the Green Mill stalwarts said she was escaping from behind the bar to go on a balls-to-the-wall vacation to Phoenix with her girlfriends. That caused a traveler on the other side of the bar to say he’s also very familiar with that area down south. Which caused the guy sitting next to him to say he once lived in Phoenix-Scottsdale. Which led to the revelation by a third patron that he also knows well of that part of Arizona and like the first guy grew up in the Manitowoc area.
Whew! Got that?
There’s more. The first guy, who loves his golf and was on the famous links down there with some buddies, was approached by a local man about his Badger insignia. “Are you from Wisconsin?”
Turns out that several people in the vicinity at the golf club were from Manitowoc, and the first guy had gone to high school with a couple of them.
A Phoenix-Scottsdale travelogue followed about not only its golf courses, but pro sports stadiums, success rate among the local women with breast enhancement, night clubs — and even the provincialism that exists between different parts of town. It also came to light that much of that area is a lot like downtown Hudson, with relatively small shops that aren’t real corporate, and the quaintness and appeal it brings.
Then days afterward another two men, different people from the first crew, shared stories about how they too loved (for the most part) Scottsdale and Phoenix. Let’s see, that’s six in all with connections to Arizona.

(Or should I say eight. At the Smilin’ Moose the other night, a patron said he’d be spending, essentially, the 12 days of Christmas all in Phoenix, to which the bartender added that he loves that area too, specifically, Scottsdale).

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