Expansive Sky blue Water fresh, deep Laughter echoes across mesmerizing waves Cliffs tower above rocky shores Tranquil coves Freighters move commerce Knowingly aware Power Waves crash Frigid Calm Superior
Look up, look down Look to your left Look to your right Stand up Sit down Fight, fight, fight
Suddenly, a time warp into a land of rugged outcroppings, misty mountains, dense forest, Lake Superior, few people, a sense of sanctuary from noisy city life below the bridge. The roadway mimics this going from the six lanes of I-75 speed to two lanes of slower highway US 2 twisting along the battered shoreline of northern Lake Michigan. Sunlight dances through birch, maple, and White pine trees triggering visions of Menominee and Chippewa Indians, Jesuit priests, trappers, lumber camps, of British expansion, American conquest.
Summer Journeys Cars/vans packed to the gill with luggage and family RVs lumber down the road bicycles on back hanging on for dear life Vast oceans are crossed tiny island are invaded by swarms of tourists Envious? Yes, sometimes wishing I can join Financial burden is my delay But when I stop to ponder and… Continue reading I’ve been everywhere man, well almost
I want to write, and write, and write, and write straight through the morning into the afternoon, and late into the night unfortunately bills are to be paid. When walking my dog Fisher the early summer breeze and partly cloudy skies is refreshing stirring emotions, and remembrances of childhood summer and vacations. I smile and…… Continue reading Why I write.
Evenings I choose to drive the scenic city route home from work along East Mill Plain Blvd through Vancouver, Washington instead of State Route Highway 14, which is like driving on a NASCAR track. On the radio Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture fills the interior with seductive, relaxing sounds, mind reflective from wet pavement after a late…… Continue reading The Attic
The earliest recollection was at the age of seven, circa 1965, sitting in the back seat of the Pykonen family station wagon our destination the Copper Country in the northwest corner of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on the Keweenaw Peninsula. To get there we pass Munising, Michigan on the southern shore of Lac Superior and a…… Continue reading Something Tall in Munising
This has been one lllooonnnngggg weekend without a hockey game stumbling around doing chores, errands, dog walking and no action to move me forward. Still, nothing until Tuesday but I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never been a fan of All Star games as they aren’t really playing…… Continue reading Hockey Returns
sssshhhh, what was that. listen. there it goes again. it sounded like metal on ice. again, yes I am counting the days to the beginning of the 2014-15 hockey season as there will be hope anew, excitement, slashing, hip checks, and of course GGGGGOOOOAAALLLLSSS! everyone will be out to dethrone the kings, of course the…… Continue reading Counting the days
This radio thing is GREAT I commend whoever created it . Yesterday I was listening to the Colorado Redwings, oops there I go again, the Colorado Avalanche playoff game against the Minnesota Wild with the announcers, I forget the names, adding color. Doing some bookkeeping and other stuff online I listen to Patrick Roy's first… Continue reading So it begins the race for The Cup, eh?
While on the good ole Internets researching information for another article I took a side trip to Pasty.com which focuses attention on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, particularly The Copper Country in the northwest corner. Every Sunday the site offers a Shoebox Memory where the owner or one of many fans summit a photo from the past…… Continue reading Once upon a time under The Moon Tower
well, just nine more days and those in hockey town or where every there is a frozen biscuit will cuddle up to the TV, dvr, or in person and cheer on their favorites. I took a bold step this year and am going to go for half season without the frozen pond and chilupa moving across…… Continue reading you can feel it, eh?