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If you haven't spent any time in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, you should book a trip. My childhood memories are of our clan of seven being driven in the station wagon over this steel bridge on the way to my Grandparent's homes; the last trip of summer before school.
Labor Day to me were shipbuilders and farmers and factory workers. The laborers of America. And a trip to Sturgeon Bay that would make the
Griswold's proud.
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