It’s funny—come November here in downtown Madison it feels like a switch has been flipped and it's now suddenly quieter. I think there are many reasons for this.
Now here I was again at Gillson Beach with the dome of the Baha'i Temple behind me in the distance--this time as a Wisconsin resident writing 150 miles from my home. Nevertheless, Lake Michigan was once again witness to the many conversations going on in my head, and boy, they were talking up a storm this time.
With its 2 a.m. bar time, no one would accuse Madison of being “the city that never sleeps.” However, given the amount of partying that goes on downtown on most Saturday nights, it might be accurate to describe Madison as the “the city that sleeps in”—particularly on Sunday mornings. But now that I’ve started going to Sunday devotionals at the Baha'i Center here in Madison, my routine for that morning is changing.
Now a judge has said the search of her car that produced most of the embarrassing information broadcast around the world was an illegal search. I guess I’m not surprised.