The Storm Lake Times
Published Tuesday, December 24, 2019
BY ART CULLEN
The lake is frozen and snowswept. Men will squat in fishing shacks to take out their anger on walleye and perch while contemplating the Christmas message. It must be time to write that holiday letter.
The kids are okay. They’re not kids, they’re adults able to ride a bicycle solo. Joe is playing fiddle on a street corner in the French Quarter. Hometowners Gordon and Jill Linge, now living in New Orleans, found him and invited Joe to lunch. They texted pictures. All looked well. Try…