In the Land of Cheese and Brats

My family who all still live in Wisconsin (it's a long story) took a collective sigh of relief when this story broke Hope Springs Eternal.

It's a land of dreamers and heartbreak and when the leaves once again begin to fall, the faithful, the ones who wear cheese on their heads, will sit in their rec-rooms (don't ask) and in between bites of brats and swigs of Miller, they will belch and they will hope. Soon the dark months of winter will come. Out will come the brandy.