With the coming of the Great Recession, many eyes in imprisoned unemployment turned hopefully, or desperately, toward the freedom of Graduate School. Madison became the great embarkation point. But not everybody could get to Madison directly, and so, a tortuous, roundabout refugee trail sprang up. Eau Claire to La Crosse, across the Mississippi to Winona, then by train, or auto, or foot, across the frozen wastes to Minneapolis in Norwegian Minnesota. Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, might obtain admissions letters and scurry to Graduate School, and from Graduate School to the Real World. But the others wait for their applications to be reviewed in Minneapolis and Madison.
And wait.
And wait.
And. Wait.
