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That first day, when this whole shitstorm hit home, I remember it well. I woke up for class, plodded over to the coffee pot, and turned the radio on to WTDY-AM for the morning news, which is usually a mix of grisly farm accidents, wrecks caused by drunken drivers, and gang shootings in Milwaukee (the latter for the benefit of all the ex-Milwaukeeans living in Madison, to validate our decisions to…