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The Lady Wore Red

February 28, 2010

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Babs Young was up in Charlevoix last week. She writes, I like that that they painted the Charlevoix Light red. It wears this color well. Indeed it does, especially on a bright and breezy February day. I like that Babs chose a different vantage point than the standard one, and managed to capture the atmosphere of the […]

Ice fishing on Torch Lake

February 21, 2010

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Babs writes:  It was a beautiful day here so the fisherpeople were out without cover. I think the dude in the middle is about to reel in a big one. He was one of the lucky few.  Ice-fishing diehards tromped into the market all weekend, buying carryout fried chicken and prime rib because they had no […]

This table is reserved

February 15, 2010

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Babs and I had made plans to meet for breakfast at Sonny’s this morning.  At the appointed hour—and there’s a miracle all by itself—I arrived. Babs was going in the door as I hit the parking lot. By the time I got to the table there was a cup of coffee for me, a Mountain […]

Foxy lady

February 14, 2010

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Tonight while I was out hobbling in the wake of the Disreputable Duo, Babs was busy in her magical laboratory.  On my return from the wild darkness of Michigan Trail, I found her weekly email.  She wrote:  Since it is Valentine’s Day, I will call this Foxy Lady. I’m not much of a wild life […]

Weather report: Bright, beautiful, and blankety-blank cold

February 7, 2010

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Babs Young inspected the Bay and found it icing up nicely.  She wrote: It was a beautiful day in the North. Grand Traverse Bay was sporting lots of color and texture. After temperatures down around zero last night, ice is forming quickly. I’ll say it’s been cold.  My dishwasher detergent froze in the cabinet under […]

The yellow brick house

February 2, 2010

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Sunday night I opened my weekly email from Babs Young. She wrote: This elegant simple yellow brick home is on the way to Central Lake on M88. The snow sets it off very nicely. I’d passed the house many times on my rounds, but until I looked at it through Babs’s lens I never stopped […]