The Family That Skis Together . . .

I grew up in a waterskiing family. For two weeks every summer, we left behind the concrete western suburbs of Chicago and headed to Michigan, to a magical place called “Corey Lake.” They were the best two weeks of the year. We had a wooden Milocraft boat with first a 35 then a 40 horse […]

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