The pile of my children?s new toys was reaching near-obscene heights, I?d drunk enough egg nog to float a small ship, and if I heard Karen Carpenter sing “the logs on the fire fill me with desire” one more time, I might take a Christmas tin to the kitchen radio. It was time for a little holiday detox. So on Monday, the State Journal?s official Christmas day off, I boarded my Schwinn and pedaled into work, intent on making a slight detour to see a Madison controversy that knows no season.
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