faanish

The state of Wisconsin, once one of the cooler hotbeds of faanish endeavor, today lies fallow, barren and all but devoid of the faintest crepitance of crifanac. In the days when mastadons the ilk of Bloch lumbered across its frozen tundra, upward of 6% of all FAPA resided within its limits (why, modern medical science is totally at a loss to suggest). Today: pfft: nobody a-tall.