By Nov. 2, 2015 10:15 a.m. I was sipping whiskey in my office down at the old Thiensville State Bank building grading papers Halloween afternoon when, just as the last shred of natural light disappeared from the sodden sky, I heard the door open, felt a cold draft of air, and listened to steps coming down the hall. It was a handsome looking, hollow-eyed character in an expensive dark suit. Our paths had crossed before, but we were by no means friends. My eyes narrowed just a bit when I saw him but the laws of hospitality create their own demands--so I waved toward a deep leather chair in front of my desk, where he took a seat. I believe he wanted me to speak first...
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