When I Was A Boy, I’d Lay In My Twin Sized Bed And Wonder Where My Brother Was
Well, slap me with a walleye and call me a muskrat’s uncle—it all started in Isle, Minnesota, where the mosquitoes are the size of fighter jets and the lake smells like a fish fry gone wrong. I’m Glenn Blamstead, back when I was a scrawny sprout with a mustache that looked like a caterpillar got









