Thick grey curtains of rain descended upon the northwestern corner of Wisconsin. All week they brushed the forests, slowly, monotonously. Everything dripped and the rust-colored road from Lake Superior to small Brule, the inland riverbank settlement, developed treacherous potholes despite the thousands of dollars Wisconsin had just spent to make it a safe road for a President to travel. An Army truck transporting mail-of-state foundered and tipped over. A light passenger car transporting a heavy, round-shouldered figure out of the dismal wilderness, slithered into a rut, stuck, had to be dragged...
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