I moved to Milwaukee from Minneapolis in 2004. Since then, I've engaged in numerous acts, rites of passage really, that I believed would not only more fully acclimate me to Milwaukee culture, but beholden me to my adopted city and its people.

I had traveled to Milwaukee numerous times before moving, beginning around 1992, when a friend of mine was working nights in a chrome plating warehouse on the North Side. We were tattooed, Harley-riding, heavy-drinking types who made bar owners a little anxious but would ultimately win over the whole bar with our levity and good spirit.

My friend and I would hit many a third-shift bar during the week and head Downtown on the weekends, where I spent countless hours at drinking institutions like the Safe House. These hours are countless both because of their sheer number but also because the activities with which I was involved don't exactly enable one to accurately keep count of things – like the number of cold Milwaukee beers we had.

A fond, if slightly fuzzy, memory was of another Minnesota friend, who accompanied me on one Brew City excursion, removing a rather large picture from the wall inside Rosie's on Water and subsequently being pounced on by three bouncers as he stepped onto the sidewalk.

Like many Milwaukeeans of a certain age, I got a tattoo in Waukesha before they were legal here.

And I got engaged in much more deliberate, adult-oriented activities – and I don't just mean the strip clubs, though yes, I've experienced those too, most memorably Solid Gold – but I also studied Milwaukee history.

I came to understand the city's importance in social movements, such as the Open Housing Marches, its connection to labor movements and its proud Socialist past. The history of its many immigrant communities extends through Milwaukee's neighborhoods today. The working class fabric woven into the very fiber of our city is palpable, felt everywhere from the places people work to the kinds of homes they live in.

I've been a labor organizer, talking to workers from across Milwaukee's class society. I teach writing at UW-Milwaukee and witness its continued expansion toward becoming a first-class research institution and the primary economic generator for Southeastern Wisconsin.

And I'm a father who has encouraged his daughter to feel a real sense of place, to build a connection to her city. We live in Walker's Point and we talk about its history. She's getting a bilingual education in Milwaukee Public Schools. We both rode the pepper at La Perla (she now several times; I figured once was enough for me).

Developing a sense of place is linguistic, emotional and performative. It involves putting conscious attention on how that place's past works with its present; it also means doing the things people enjoy doing there, being part of it all.

My daughter and I both say "bubbler" now. While I find it sometimes hard not to say "pop," she refers to the carbonated beverages she desires unhesitatingly as "soda."

I was in a bowling league in Minnesota at a young age (17). Since living in Milwaukee, I've been to Koz's Mini Bowl, Landmark Lanes and Bay View Bowl. I know I need to get over to Holler House.

And so, I've got a list of accomplishments I'd like to add to. For instance, I've done Summerfest, mostly to take pictures for OnMilwaukee.com reviews, but also to see my personal best concert ever: Public Enemy on the U.S. Cellular Stage (in 2010). Indian Summer has been an annual destination four years running.

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