Here it is Sunday evening and Babs is Away. What to do, what to do . . . I know. Let’s have leftovers! Oh stop moaning. I’m good with leftovers. You won’t starve. Casseroles were always my best thing. Here is the first mystery ingredient, procured on the road in front of the Writing Studio […]
November has its moments, and a good number were on display on Friday. A half hour with nothing to do but cast off and drift for a bit. Climb around on the ridge above Ellsworth Lake. Watch the breeze riffle the needles of a young white pine. Make a circuit around an old barn that […]
Here we are, live blogging from Chris and Sonny’s. We have orange flyers, we have phone numbers–I called Bill Morand and will know more this afternoon. But here’s what I know right now. Charter’s plant is in place and ready to go. There are regulatory issues to deal with, but sometime in the next month […]
The theme seems to be miscreants and fever dreams.
This, I should have written a week or two ago, is the time of year when the salmon come back to spawn. The Bear, the Boyne, the Jordan, the Elk—the rivers that flow into Torch Lake, or Lake Charlevoix, or Elk Lake, and on into the bay or the big lake itself—are full of big […]
The word is out all over town that on Thursday evening Chris Doyal is going to answer that question. (You remember Chris. He was very helpful when I got into trouble trying to figure out underwater history once before.)
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