More than a quarter century ago, my father-in-law, Pete Lauters, made an innocent comment one cold Iowa Sunday morning while we were driving into town for Mass.
?The trouble with Marcus (his hometown) is the drifters,? Pete said, navigating a huge green Pontiac Catalina along the highway lined with snow piled high in the ditches.
?What do you mean by drifters?? I asked, a little puzzled since I had always thought of their little town…