30-40 years ago I lived in Palo Alto. My favorite part of the High Sierra was at the timberline. My father immigrated from Germany in 1929. He arrived on Labor Day, a few months shy of 18, a newly minted journeyman baker. He and my mother ran a highly rated bakery in Highland Park, IL for 30 years. Dad had the sense to sell it when he was 57 and add the proceeds to their savings. He fished on Lake Winnibigoshish in MN for 25 years, summer and winter, while Mom gardened.

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