Milwaukee and family history

With my parents as guides I traveled through Milwaukee and the distant suburb of Mukwanago, birthplace of my father. Last time I'd been there it was still a hamlet with more livestock than people. Now it is a thriving (or sprawling) suburb with dozens of McMansions, foreign made SUVs, and organic food stores. My ancestorial farm, with farmhouse built by my grandfather, is still there, but my uncle who is in charge of the land wants to sell, seeing as nobody in our family is a farmer.
Behind my grandparent's house is a cool junk yard with farm equipment that dates back to the 1920s. I love huge ancient machines, looking at them is one of my favorite hobbies. It's only in old farm junk yards that you can see the really sweet stuff like steam powered tractors with giant boilers and rusty threshers whose spinning blades are completely exposed to the arms and legs of unweary farmers.
Milwaukee is a cool city. It used to be a major manufacturing hub but a lot of companies are outsourcing over seas. Nonetheless a lot of really manly factories, like the Harley-Davidson and the Craftsman Tools plants, still provide the kind of steady blue-collar work that inspires Bruce Springstein lyrics. I toured the HD museum with my parents and aunt. We saw a lot of motorcycles and my mom bought and official Harley-Davidson lense cleaner for her glasses.
On my wanderings through Milwaukee I saw both the spot where my parents met -on the beach, my dad showed my mom some rocks that make sparks when hit together- and the first house they bought together in what was then the hippie district, and is now the hipster district.
Rent is fairly inexpensive in Milwaukee because the city is on a bit of a decline, and the culture, especially the bars, is as happening as Chicago (on a Thursday night at 10pm the streets were shaking under the collective stumblings of young drunks), so I think I'll try to move there if I can find work.