Well, it’s June, and the lakes are open, bait tanks are full of minnows, and the shrink-wrap has been recycled, but I’d wager I could still find the crusty remnants of a snowdrift in a shaded, north-facing ditch. You might have heard we had quite a winter. This is a matter of perspective, of course. For most of February we had to listen to old-timers nursing a brandy-and-7 at the Lake View Inn mutter about years when the snow was “up to a horse’s belly.” The younger generation, who also thinks the Packers have always had a great quarterback, has never seen snow like we had this year. And they never saw Jerry Tagge under center.