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My assistant, Jan Walkin, knocked on the door, took three steps across the floor, and dropped a sheet of paper on my desk. “Here’s the rep...

The first time I heard the story was in the early 80s when we were sitting on the back of the houseboat where he lived after he came back fr...

  Ants By Jim Bates Arnie Palmer It was a small town. The cool morning air belied the heat that was sure to come later that day. The...

Let me tell you, August in the Northwoods in not the most fun time to be there. First off, it’s hot. Which is fine. Especially if you live n...