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OK Snowbirds – come home and be counted!

March 12, 2010

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Here’s the deal.  It’s time for the Big Count and a whole bunch of you are down in Florida and Arizona and Alabama for heaven’s sake.  If Census Day were July 4 instead of April 1, Michigan might be recorded as the most populous state in the Union, but it’s not and we’re not and that’s […]

What, our Babs, AWOL?

March 8, 2010

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No, Babs has not deserted Torch Lake Views for greener pastures.  It seems that there is a Technical Problem at my ISP.  In any case, the Sunday picture did not arrive in my email box, nor in other email boxes in the township, and I did not learn about the Technical Problem until I got […]

Spaniel in the bag

March 2, 2010

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I always keep a supply of plastic bags in the car–the ones that accumulate when a person forgets to bring her nice cloth shopping bag into the store, which in my case is pretty much all the time. The plastic bags come in handy when Miss Sadie and the Cowboy are along for the ride, […]

Blue Pelicans all over the place

February 18, 2010

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So there I was minding my own business—well, Russ and Donna’s business actually—at the Eastport Market when Chris Corbett came in bearing a brown paper sack. Inside was a bottle of the private label riesling that Black Star Farms is bottling for the Blue Pelican, the restaurant and inn that Chris and his wife Merrie […]

Playing with light

February 16, 2010

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Going to the laundromat is one of those things a person cannot avoid. I know. I’ve tried.  There are, however, good ways to use the downtime between Sort, Load and Fold, should a person be provident enough to bring a camera along.  Behold the Ice.  Can’t you just imagine what it must have been like […]

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 […]