Thirty years ago today, I was a seventh grader in De Pere, Titletown’s little sister just to the south.

Back then I didn’t really follow football, though I was well aware of Packers Lynn Dickey, John Jefferson, and James Lofton. They were larger than life, men I only saw on television that seemed so far away they might has well have lived on the moon.

For me, the stereotypical Green Bay Packers player was an old man that walked with a cane, had a shock of white hair and gardened on the other side of the fence from the Cape Cod where my parents still live.

My next door neighbor was Packers legend and 1964 Pro Football Hall of Fame inductee August “Iron Mike” Michalske, though I didn’t realize it at the time.

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