Abstract

Abstract:

This all happened in one of those good stretches of years, a time I like to call Pax Smiley. It wasn’t as bad as the Navy, or the six years I spent at Lino Lakes and various county lockups across the state of Wisoncisn. I had that house at the end of Sugar Bush Lane, three big dogs, dish satellite TV, two DVD players, a newish truck of foreign import, and the time to drive far and wide around the state, visiting my people. […]

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