Willmar notebook: Hickey: ‘The farm’s for sale’
Who knew that one’s looming demise could touch off chuckles.
Jack Hickey sat at his kitchen table on Monday morning with a visitor to talk about football, cancer, hospice care, on being a boy in Willmar at mid-century, when the stores were open only on Monday night, and every vacant lot and playfield had a game going on, and knowing when the time is coming “to leave your pajamas on.”
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