In the late 90’s, when Radiohead had released Ok Computer and Oasis was still a thing, I took a trip to Wisconsin’s Northwoods. The reason? Ten days of demolition work on my grandfather’s cabin. Our goal was to completely remove a bedroom, and board up the hole before a massive extension could be built. I was the first one into the project, just like I was the first grandson.
It was early fall, the sky azure, a light wind singing in the red pine along the shoreline. This was Wisconsin’s famous lake country, and Little St. German Lake was one of the stars. My grandfather had purchase the land long ago, a wise investment financially and for family unity. What better place to keep family close than a cabin on a lake?
My grandfather is perhaps the most handsome man I’ve ever known: broad shoulders, a powerful jaw line, and intense blue eyes. He stood tall even amongst the red pine and birch trees surrounding his cabin.
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