Navigating the North Side of 50

This past Monday morning found me waiting for a flight home from Boston, thumbing through the news on my phone.  One article caught my eye because it mentioned a missing ice fisherman from my hometown who had gone out alone the previous night and never return home to his wife.  Immediately my thoughts went to my brother-in-law, the county sheriff who would have undoubtedly been coordinating the search, rescue, or more likely, recovery of this individual.  I said a silent prayer for his safety and for the others involved in the tragedy. Decembers on the Kewaunee River are not like they used to be.  It has been several years since ice has frozen to a thickness that will support a fisherman safely.  Last year, fisherman had no more than 10 days of safe ice the entire season, and that makes them even more itchy to get out there after at the first cold snap. When I arrived home that afternoon, I received the unfortunate news that I had a lot of connections to the vic...