Thursday, October 30, 2003

Pile Of Rubble

The End: alas, the noose was tightened, and there was to be no stay of execution. We didn't even see the gallows floor drop out.

When we returned on an icy day on February 10th, 2002 en route to Madison, it was already over.

I knew something was wrong when we approached the Johnson Creek interchange off I-94, and this time, no familiar spiked dome stood atop Hartwig Hill.

The Gobbler was gone.

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