One day, my friend Pete Fleischman was driving in the sand country of central Wisconsin when a couple of Huck Finn look-alikes popped out of the trees. They were carrying fishing rods and something ...
Past the feed mill. Past the old railroad sign. Past the spot where the macadam road turns to gravel and satellite radio fades out for good. The road ends in a turnaround. It's a spot where the gravel ...
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