I used to grow food for the architecture school at Taliesin. There were several perks to offset the guilt I felt for my Carbon-heavy commute, one being a small town fix I got every time I made the drive. Mazomanie, a sleepy town between Madison and Spring Green, got most of my attention, especially after I met who I now consider my pseudo grandparents. Although they shower me with praise, homemade wine, and gifts from the garden, theres a part of me that knows I shamelessly forced a friendship on them. With my actual grand-folks long gone, I may have been a tad excited when I spotted Willard on the sidewalk, who not only agreed to let me take his portrait, but introduced me to his lovely wife, Pearl.