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Letters from Snowbirds in Florida, California, Egypt

March 20, 2009

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I am accustomed to emails and calls from friends who are enjoying lovely weather in Florida, California and North Carolina. They read Torch Lake Views to remind themselves how wise they were to depart during the temperamental months. They always mention how pretty the snow looks in the pictures. Then there’s Helmy El-Sherif. Not content […]

Flea market proposed for old Township Hall property

March 19, 2009

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Greg Pardee has been a successful painting contractor for 28 years, and he’s always looking for new business opportunities. A couple of years ago he started Hill Top Pheasant Farm & Hunting Preserve, an operation that extends into both Torch Lake and Milton Townships along US 31. This winter he spent some time exploring the […]

Torch. Just Torch.

March 16, 2009

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This is Torch. I thought you’d like to meet him. He belongs to Jill McLaughlin, or she belongs to him, I’m never sure which. The only editing I did to this picture was to crop out all his toys. The grin was there to begin with, and will probably be the last bit of Torch […]

Extra Credit

March 15, 2009

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A harried dad carried a bunch of bananas to the register at the Eastport Market.  “How much are these with the tax?” he wanted to know. “There isn’t any tax on food in Michigan.” “OK, how much are they without the tax?” “$1.48.” “This is going to be hard,” he said, trudging off toward the […]

Signs

February 28, 2009

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“Gerry, come look at this!”  OK.  I trailed after Angie, out the back door of the IGA.  Hanging up there in the sky was a perfect new moon pointing at Venus.  It was warmer inside, where displays compete for attention near the entrance.  Flower and vegetable seeds next to insulated gloves and ice scrapers.  Must be spring […]

The powerful and the powerless

February 27, 2009

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We’re having wet snow, sleety rain, and falling temperatures that pretty much guarantee a very bad morning commute, even for Miss Sadie and the Cowboy, who have only to go as far as the mailbox and back. Not only do I have no idea at all what to write about, I’m not even sure I […]