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My father pulled the new to us Chevy Impala up next to the table where my mother, Scooter, and I were enjoying our ice cream. He rolled down the window.

“Let’s go for a ride down to Tomahawk.”

My brother and I cheered at the idea, we loved going down to Tomahawk Lake. My grandmother, Margaret Noonan Van Dyke, had been talked into buying property there in a visit the lake, get a free television, no commitment necessary deals. It was a small lot, on a steep hill, that was not a very good location for building. But, it entitled us to enter the otherwise private lake. Read the rest of this entry »