Sooner or later everyone takes a picture of this bridge. It’s perhaps the single most recognizable emblem of Elk Rapids. Katherine and I were documenting the recycled art projects on display last week, so she took a picture of Dorothy in her ruby slippers and I took a picture of both of ’em. Cross the […]
There's always a lot of work to be done in spring to get ready for the season, but there was no sense of hurry on a perfect morning. Just people tending to things they know how to do well. Easing the boats in. Making this little repair and that on the docks. Fishing. And off beyond the fishing platforms, the Dam Beach waited for summer.
I've been arguing that the best way to fight invasive species is to eat them. I mean that we--people--should eat them. I'm opposed to bringing in exotic things that will eat the exotic pests because once they've done the job, well, what will they eat next?
This business of laying out a 5k course is more challenging than I thought it would be, but I'm keeping at it. For one thing, I want it to be a pretty walk. For another, I promised Heather there wouldn't be any squishy parts.
You can't make these things up. In my ceaseless mining for details of the lives of my Civil War veterans I encountered this announcement in the Central Lake Torch of November 1, 1900:
Here it is St. Patrick's Day again and me without a leprechaun! But at least someone thinks I am a Red Hot Blogger.
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