When my new collection of essays was published last month, a local person sent me this message: “I never ever thought Lake Hallie was remotely interesting.”
I couldn’t say, “Did you read my book?” There’s bar dice and woodchuck trapping! And lots of Leinenkugel’s! Instead, I wrote back, “It sure is.”
The idea for what eventually became “Here on Lake Hallie: In Praise of Barflies, Fix-it-Guys, and Other Folks in...