by Larry Nemitz
Like many people in Pinedale, Stan Geraldson longed for the day he'd make enough money to move his family into the rolling hills of autumn splendor known as the west side of Pinedale, a small Wisconsin tourist town. He saw it as a prize of life and set out to win it. He saw a used car salesman who needed a friend and brought him into the family. He saw a church that needed his time and he gave it.