This week I am bringing New Orleans to Wisconsin. As I write this column I am watching the eagles soar over the Mississippi River in Cassville, Wisconsin. Purple Martins are circling above their nests, and the sun glints off the water. Although there are barges and other water traffic, the river in Wisconsin is not as wide nor as deep as it is when it runs through Louisiana. It doesn’t resona...
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