Yesterday I left Wisconsin. It’s always hard. It always reminds me a little of the time I left home, the first time when it meant leaving home for real, for good.
I always go back home, of course, and I will always go back to Wisconsin. Because Butbars, you are family. And like my traditional family, you are now stuck with me.
In these woods are places and people I think and dream about all year long. Butbars, I’ll miss you. Take care of yourselves and the Big Woods.