"People forget we live in Wisconsin, and this is what we should be expecting and be used to and be able to deal with."

Ladies and gentlemen, the man who spoke these words is no wuss. Ripped from the pages of Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, beneath the headline: Dangerous roads, we find none other than our very own Uncle Ed. The manliest man I've ever known.

As the white death pelted the mid-west with snow, while the rest of us were huddling in fear, Uncle Ed Wenzler's firm was open for business, in Milwaukee, during the blizzard.

That's old school. Like that dude ridding his Harley to work through the heart of the storm.

Genuine Milwaukee.