It is the fourth of February in the year 2013. It has been a severe winter, and the snow lies deep upon the hillsides, in the valleys, and upon the frozen lakes and streams. The county snow-ploughs have, however, kept the roads open, and life goes on pretty much as usual, but with fewer down-state tourists.
Here, among the lumber-camps of Michigan, we like to pause on this day and drink a toast to one of our own, a man who traveled down to Chicago looking for better opportunities, and from there went on to achieve fame as someone who almost fooled Sherlock Holmes, but not quite. Sadly, he didn’t fool Moriarty either.
To Bertram Edwards !