The Monthly Correction

November 7, 2009

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Fresh from my humiliation over the State Record Muskie, I am preparing another crow pie. However, this one I’m going to put in the freezer until Norton Bretz gets back from Hong Kong, because he knows more about all this than I do anyway, and I cling to the hope that I’m not altogether wrong, […]

And how to understand?

November 6, 2009

6

Once again shockwaves of violence out of Texas. What is it about Texas? Is that even a fair question? Neighbors around the world want to know what it is about us, the U.S. Not a fair question either, I think. What is it about people . . . why do we torture ourselves with hatred […]

OK, so, define “treats”

November 5, 2009

4

I can’t get Trick-or-Treaters to come to the Writing Studio and Bait Shop.  (Maybe they worry about what the treats might be.  Buzzbaits?  Crawlers?  Bad poetry?)  They go to the Eastport Market, though, and the Papparazza of Eastport was there. I figure it’s never too late to decorate this place with pictures of cute little […]

And then it hailed

November 3, 2009

10

Katherine and her camera have been out and about in The Weather.  She writes, It was a dark sky headed my way, then it hailed.  Imagine standing there by the pond, framing a glowing autumn landscape under a flinty sky, and then realizing . . . Hail!

Tapestry by Mama Nature, Photo by Babs, Preservation by Friends of the Jordan

November 2, 2009

7

Babs Young made her annual pilgrimage to the overlook on the hogback.  She writes:  This is the Jordan River Valley from Kidder Road south of East Jordan. However in the name of full disclosure, I must admit that this was not taken this week, but about a week ago. This was the year of yellows, […]

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Moonrise over Elk Rapids

November 1, 2009

10

This was an unsettling day, what with getting back the hour stolen from me last spring and then having a hard time keeping track of it. I was in danger of being early for everything, but then I got distracted. On the way to Traverse City there is an old orchard. This year the deer […]