Carried Away
God fills the autumn afternoons in Wisconsin with soft breezes. He paints the forests in yellows, oranges and reds, and wrings the humidity from the air. And God gives Wisconsinites one more gift on Sundays in the fall: the Green Bay Packers.
On a particularly perfect Sunday for a game last year, I was meant to be in front of the TV watching my team face off against the Cincinnati Bengals. But I had a dilemma. My daughter, Katie, was a student at Gustavus Adolphus College in Saint
