Musings...… If none of this makes any sense, blame Hilary by Lyle Van Camp

Twenty two years, 363 days ago, or something like that, I was standing on the Raney Hardware slab on the east side of Main Street waiting for the parade to begin. The youth group from Trinity Lutheran Church had their Root Beer Float stand set up. I had visited with Ginny Lubka for a few minutes and was visiting with Andy Duncklee when I heard a voice out of the past say, “look, there’s Lyl...

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