This wasn’t completely crazy because she was a girl who climbed trees high enough to watch me through the window of our second floor flat. She could also track down and pick up a snake, bait a hook and handle a caught fish without fussing. She could hang by her heels from the jungle gym and do a penny drop. No fear. And stand on the console of my old, orange Volkswagen station wagon to stick her head and arms out of the sun roof while we motored through the neighborhood.
She was a tough and beautiful cookie. Here she is in her overalls and her scuffed up shoes with her buddy.
On Christmas Day, 1982, I remember sitting with her on top of a picnic table at Doctor’s Park in Milwaukee. We…
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