There was another albino deer sighting yesterday, out by the golf course.

Kerry Langer walked into Family Foods to grab a sandwich at the Deli and couldn't stop talking about it. He'd seen it, he said. White as snow, moving through the trees at the edge of the course. Beautiful. Unmistakable.

I wouldn't call Kerry the most credible witness. He spends a few evenings a week at the Prohibition Bar and Grille, and his stories tend to get more elaborate the later the night gets. But there he was, eyes bright with the certainty of someone who'd witnessed something extraordinary, and suddenly half the people in the deli were nodding along as if they believed him.

There are others who have claimed to have seen the ivory stag. Old Jim Thorson spotted it near Lake La Pointe fifteen years ago while walking his dog, standing as tall as a caribou. Sarah Carlson's cousin, who visited Flat Rock last winter, maintained she’d seen it on her way back from ice skating on the pond behind the high school. She left town that afternoon and hasn't been back since, so her claim was never verified. A few others have mentioned it, though it's unclear whether they actually saw our unofficial mascot or just made up stories so they wouldn't feel left out. No one has photos. No solid proof. But all of them have the same look in their eyes when they talk about it. That mix of wonder and frustration that comes from --read more--