The field no longer bore the chalk yard lines etched in memory.
Instead there were saplings and tall grass fed by a stream that ran out of a large culvert, coursing along the eastern edge of campus bordered by Sheboygan County Road M.
Across the road from the old practice field remained a familiar backdrop, hilly farmland like much of the surrounding Wisconsin countryside dotted with silos.
The terrain was virtually the same that August in 1967 when I arrived at Lakeland College for preseason football practice, a 17-year-old walk-on from Kinnelon, N.J.
Forty-five years later it hadn’t changed that much.
Nor had my affection for the place, a distant horizon from my youth.
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