by LVDIII on April 27th, 2006
This post is not currently part of the “I am Lucius van Dyke story,” but is being retained for archival purposes. If you are following the story through-line, you should jump forward to this link: Off to work
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 »