The Wisconsin State Quarter

I love the state quarters.
Some, like the Connecticut quarter are works of art.



Others, like the Florida quarter, look like no one really gave a shit when they designed it.



And then there is the Wisconsin quarter, which brings a smile to my face.



I see a large man in a plaid shirt riding a cow, carrying a wheel of cheese on his back, thrusting a large cornstalk toward the sky like a lance, and crying "Forward! Forward!" The cow stands there, chewing its cud.

OK, so its been a slow day.