In early December my father and mother would pack up all three kids into the family car., In our winter coats, rubber boots, mittens and scarves to make our annual pilgrimage to a small tree farm north of town called Eby’s Pines. This was before climate change, when the winters near Lake Michigan were consistently snowy and often quite cold. We’d wan…
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