The
day after Christmas we visited my dad, stepmom, and brother in northern
Wisconsin. (It's the first time my dad met S or his grandson.) They
live on the outskirts of a tiny one-horse town with one stoplight, one
Piggly Wiggly, and an ice cream store called Phat Ice Cream with a fat
sign featuring a blissed-out pig diving into a triple cone.
This
is where life is
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