Essay by Jim Ludwig
Mining Memories – March 1998 – Colorado Central Magazine
IT WAS A TYPICAL Wisconsin damp spring day in 1950 when John and I arrived at my folks home in Stetsonville. We were on our way to pick up Pa and take him with us to Mercer for some spring walleye fishing. As usual, Ma had food on the table when we arrived, and the Leinenkugel beer in the garage was cool and refreshing.