Sonny’s to close until March

January 18, 2008

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Now I know it’s Winter.  On Sunday Chris and Sonny will button up the market and head to Florida, where they are under the impression it might be warmer.  On Friday evening they looked awfully happy as they packaged up my Anchor Steam and cheese.  They’ll be back in March, but I’ll miss the cinnamon rolls and […]

Uh-oh. Pizza rumble.

January 18, 2008

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On my way home tonight I spotted the latest “Matt” message on Peterson’s sign.  Pretty bold boast, Tim.  I will give you the excellence of your establishment’s BLT personal pizza.  But what of the divine sesame crust and pesto sauce on the Chef Charles Special in Elk Rapids?  The Meat Lovers marvel just down the […]

Cowboy on snowshoes

January 18, 2008

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Lorelle Van Fossen at WordPress issued a challenge to bloggers to write a travel post today.  I can do that.  Sure I can.  Today was the kind of day that Californians think defines winter in northern Michigan – the kind of day that makes folks in Torch Lake Township think deep thoughts about traveling south on […]

Posted in: Adventures outdoors

Ourstory

January 14, 2008

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I’m a story collector.  I can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon than to listen to somebody’s special memory, the one that says “I was there – I was connected to the big picture.”  Best of all I love to hear a new story that connects to one I already have in […]

Posted in: Torch Lake memories

Tales told by the light of flashbacks

January 13, 2008

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My neighbor’s been having flashbacks.  He figured his war was over 60 years ago: he fought it, he won it, it was done.  But here it comes again, in full technicolor, and this time it’s fighting him.  These dreams are not abstract or symbolic in any way.  They’re detailed, accurate replays of real experiences, and for him, it’s the same […]

Winter lake

January 12, 2008

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Artist Betty Beeby, who’s been intimately acquainted with Torch Lake for a long time, remembers a night when cold descended so suddenly that the lake froze without a ripple.  The next morning skaters moved over the glassy surface, chasing their own shadows across the sandy bottom as fish swam far below them.  Betty pulled her easel and […]

Posted in: Torch Lake memories