May 14 min read
The Price of War
by Milt Lum, staff writer He awoke to a cloudless sky and sunshine bathing his front lawn with a golden glow. The smell of fresh mown grass wafted through the open window on a soft breeze. It was May 30th, traditionally when the nearby lakes had thawed completely and the summer season began. Those halcyon days when he would get out his fishing gear and canoe and go looking for walleye and northerns were long gone. They disappeared fifteen years ago when a rocket-propelled gre





