Blue Moon
The Island Café, c. 1985 was a dive in “beautiful downtown Minocqua” serving six scoopable flavors of ice cream, counter seating, plastic booths with vinyl backing. Pancakes and eggs and sausage and bacon for fisherman. By 1992, Dad had to get coffee down the road toward Woodruff, a place still using vinyl seating, but with more windows and a mural of deer poised in the snow, the phrase I […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 