North Again on US 31

Mary had worked painting walls and other things for KPS this summer and deserved a respite away from the toil and everyday worries of work and whatnot, ya'll know the whatnot, right? Well, being that I just returned from a pleasant northern getaway I knew she needed to go and I needed to wine and dine her, being the one of a year's retirement and all. So, I plotted out in my mind a bit of a retracing of a trip we took around 30 years ago that we took around Lake MIchigan in her Gremlin with my dog Frodo. Out first night was spent with all 3 of us sleeping in the Gremlin in an unpleasant wind and rainstorm in the parking lot of the Pentwater State Park. We returned there under much better circumstances, 75 degrees, blue sky, windy but improved sleeping accomodations 3 minutes up the road with a cottage kitchenette at the Pines Motel. We found Pentwater to be a quaint little place with good restaurants/bars, shops for Mary to drag me around to, and entertainment of the musical and people variety. We beached it with a bunch of folks, I got in some good body surfing (when I could hang on to my loose suit) and swimming, and just hanging out. We'd go back to our little abode and shower and head back to the town for dinner and whatever. After dinner at the Gull Landing Resaurant, we came upon a jam which we found to be called Tuesday night Pickers in the Park, where folks of all ages came to jam and sing. The crowd just sat and laid around and listened as the sun went down over the harbor. We caught the last bit of the sunset drinking White Russians and Bailey's on the outdoor second floor of the Brown Bear pub. We retreated to our little cabin where this being a Tuesday night there were several vacancies and a quiet northern lakeshore night. Wednesday, we had breakfast back at the Gull Landing, got to the beach early before any campers had started yet stumbling down to the beach. Waves were much calmer this day and we did the pier walk and had lunch at the beachstand. After we had enough sun we headed back to the cabin and saw that we had new neighbors, from Ohio, bless their heart and their Buckeye flag;(. We got ready for dinner and this night ate at the "famous" Antler Inn after a pre-dinner cocktail at the Village Cafe and Pub. Our waitress here was Stephanie, an aspiring musician from Kentucky, although not your typical southern gal, very sweet and we of course talked about writing original songs and music. After walking around and having a synchronistic moment running into Connie and Narda from Kalamazoo and their cottage posse up from Grand Haven at a jewelry store we sought out the jazz band that was advertised to be playing back the Gull Landing. We weaseled our way into some seats as the dinner crowd had the outdoor deck packed. We had another sweet young waitress here who attended WMU and of course we had much to talk about, that Bell's Oberon sure can start conversations. We listened to the band who were some white guys playing some mellow dinner jazz. We headed out and this night we were going to get some ice cream like everyone else seemed to be doing. There were as many ice cream places as bars which isn't all bad. This place was very dog friendly as well as visitor friendly, which was common on our little trip. They had plenty of well marked, accessible restrooms as well as poop scoopin bags handy in the parks, now how good is that? The night was upon us and we did have a long day so we had hoped we had given our Ohio State friends time to "party" while we were away. So after our ice cream walking and more window shopping we headed back. There they were husband, wife and their 2 kids, mom and pop drinking beer with the manager of the motel asking us if we we wanted to "party" or were going to crash (wink-wink). Well we closed our windows, turned on the air and the tv and faded away. We could only hear the door keep slamming of their room. the AC did a good job. That is til 2:30 in the morning when we woke to some guy yelling and swearing at someone, we think the neighbor, and saying he hated him. Then coming back and apologizing, getting in his truck and taking off. The Great, White, Weird NOrth invaded by Buckeyes. When we got up and packed up the next morning they were tucked in their room with only the beer cans laying around out front to show for their evening's fun. We were leaving Pentwater behind to those who had come for their "homecoming" celebration which was starting on Thursday. The No Vacancy sign was now up. We had our enjoyment and were on way to Manistee/Arcadia area before we jagged over off 31 to family in Mancelona/East Jordan.
>We continued following our path from 30 years previous on US31 going into Manistee for a quick walk through the downtown and their Riverwalk which is quite impressive that goes all the down to the lake. We got back on the road, actually taking a little detour to M-22 so I could surprise Mary with lunch and a great view at Arcadia Bluffs Golf Course. The guys and I had golfed there and had a couple of great sunset dinners there in years past.
I knew it would be a great day for it as it was crystal clear. The food had always been superb there and it did not disappoint. Really a dramatic point there the northwest shore of Lake Michigan. After lunch we headed up through Frankfort and drove past the Lake Michigan site where I proposed to her back in 1982 near Hesh Fisk's dome cabin.

From there on past The Cherry Bowl Drive -In, Interlochen and around Traverse City back on 131 to our destination, Mancelona, and Sister Suzanne's and Lilly's place. As usual we were welcomed warmly and River the dog was literally bouncing on and off of us with wild exuberance. The next morning Sue had a Farmer's Market in Bellaire so she spent the evening preparing and packing her truck. She was taking a fresh load of veggies from her friends co-op garden plus her usual jewelry and Mrs. Morrison's pepper jelly. She would do well and sold out of all the beans and much of everything else. Mary and I had Lilly and took her over to Grandma and Grandpa Linc's as my mom was waiting patiently for our visit. We were to meet Sue after market at the Bellaire Bar but not before a visit to Brownwood Acres near Torch Lake. Lily had to see the animals there and we had to buy some of their famous wares. Grandpa Linc bought lunch at the Bellaire Bar for us and we were headed back to rest up as Saturday was another market morning in Boyne City. Before we did that Mom and Sue made us dinner at the East Jordan abode Friday night and we had some good laughs as usual. Back at Sue's she again prepared for market the next day. Friday night it rained hard up north and brought on a moist, warm Saturday. Sue was gone again by 7 and we slept in til 9. We made it to market by 11 or so and Sue had again done quite well with sales. Mom was her pepper jelly sales help. Mary and I bought some squash and apricots and Sue gave us some leftover lettuce and squash. Of course we were hungry after all the work of packing up the truck and had to eat so we hit a little deli in Boyne City that hit the spot. It was there that another moment of synchronicity hit as Lily met a daschund named Lilly from Detroit that she was petting and holding. So the heat was upon us and we had promised Lily a dip in a lake, well hey there is a little public beach in Boyne City on Lake Charlevoix we discovered just around the corner from the deli and the SOBO gallery we checked out that Sue had some of her jewelry at where two gentlemen were picking on guitar, fiddle and mandolin. In a matter of minutes were on the beach again where Lilly, Grandma, Aunt TeeTee Mary and Suze were swimming. Grandpa Linc hung out in the car keeping up on the latest breaking Sports news. Soon it was time for Mary and I to end our little vacation and head back south for home and the what is and whatnot.We all said our goodbye's and gave thanks for all that we are lucky to have, especially one another. Much of this trip brought back memories of past trips to the north of Michigan, the call of the wild and it's great lakes. Some nostalgia trippin of many times with our own girls when they were young up in these parts. Some memories recall just Mary and I many years ago in a little car with little money and a dog named Frodo. Some that we shared with Mom, Suze, Uncle Jerry and Janni, golfing, shopping, driving these same curvy, twisty roads as Lilly would say, looking for fresh produce to cook up. Much has changed-family members passed, grown up, moved on or just not part of this trip but the countryside, the woods, the lakes and rivers have not changed so much. They remain the constant of Michigan lore. They are the lure that brings us back searching for the wood smoke of a summer evening, the musky farm smells, the quality of the crisp night air, the dramatic visualsof the dunes, the shooting stars of August in an incredible night sky of wonderment. This nature will remain for more memories to be made by those who follow and more connections to be thankful for if we appreciate it for what it gives us, if we take care of it as we should. I enjoyed the this time with you Mary, in Michigan again.

Traps, trips are better and the Fab5 reunion

We bring in August and it is nearing a year since I began this blogging experiment. I appreciate those of you willing to read and especially those who make comments. It keeps me doing it.

It could be the 10th annual(or so) Guys Golf Getaway that I will tell you about first. A bunch of name droppin in this edition.This year the fabtastic 4 (MikeyD, Jazzman,Peetah, and myself headed north again for golf and a stay at the Catbird Nest, the home away from home for friends, Keith and Cath. Located somewhere near Grayling where a renowned Michigan river runs through. We headed up on Thursday and stopped near St. Johns to golf at The Emerald, the "The Gem of Mid-Michigan". I will say they had the best greens I have played on in quite some time-public or private course. Things started off well-no greenies were won the first day and a quick round of animal golf left Jazz and Mike paying out. It was a very busy evening at The Emerald, as they had several leagues but play moved along as well as could be expected. Folks were friendly all around. A lovely start and we're off to Grayling with a scheduled, brief stop at Mt. Pleasant and the famed Soaring Eagle Casino. No big winners this day but we did experience the fine dining of the Water Lily where Peter would find they lack in knowledge of his preferred drink B n B, what it is and how to serve it. This is a repeated theme in our bar experience with Peter. We were off to our final destination by 8. We were in no great hurry as our host was not arriving til after 9:30 to greet us. A store stop for some provisions and a last call for final directions and we were there around 10. Keith had arrived and was opening up the place for the Fabtastic 4, now the Fab5. Even though we were all tired the first night adrenaline kicked in and we played cards and drank for a of couple hours, til we couldn't do either no more. A full moon out over the deck and a cool night over the deck fed the euphoria. We did have to get up, do breakfast in town and make it to the golf course for round 2. I lost at cards.
Round 2 was to be at the Black Forest near Gaylord, about 30-40 minutes north east. The most difficult and expensive course we would play. The day was beautiful, the pro-shop vibe wanting but we headed out up into the mountain of the Black Forest. The course was tree lined, you could hardly see the hole next to you, and we basically had the course to ourselves. We started off playing like we were hungover and tired. Imagine that. Mikey D. took the 8 carry over greenie away from Peter's grasp for a major win. We each had to pay him $8. We left there and headed to Benethem's just outside Gaylord to meet Keith for dinner. Excellent dinner with many selections and decent wine. We made it back with daylight to spare and a night of more cards. Keith had put together a music mix of some of our old faves from college and high school days. I lost at cards again.
Day 3 began with early morning rain, something we had not experienced much in our years of doing this. The Catbird nest at the river took on a different quality in the rain and it was quiet and misty. A good day for fishing as Keith would report later. We had an earlier tee off time over at Grandview, near Kalkaska. When we called they said they would possibly have all the groups tee off at the same time when the rain let up.
It was a half our drive over so we said let's go, get some bfast on the way and do the adventure, after it is why we do this. We found the sign for the course and took the long drive down the country road to get there. It was still raining pretty good and there was a low fog. Our experience with the staff at this unassuming course was great. It was pretty much a matriarchal run establishment and they not only made us bloody mary's but cooked us a made to order breakfast, while we waited with the other dudes hangin around for a couple of outings.
By 11:30 the rain was letting up as the radar had showed and they sent us all out. It rained lightly off and on for several holes but we got it in and we had a great Grandview round. Today was my day to win the greenies a 4x carry over, yeah! There were many interesting aspects to this day that I don't have the time to write about but one little tidbit is I found $10 on a tee and was a Good Samaritan and turned it over to the guys in front of us when they asked if we had found $10. Pay it forward is what we said.
We headed back to the CB nest where Dr. K was cooking us up a steak dinner of fabtastic proportions. He does it without any it little help from us, his choosing. After the great meal, there was much daylight so Mikey D. and Keith went for some evening fly fishing, while Peter, Jazz and I had cigars and after dinner libations down by the river. Upon darkness we headed up to the house for the poker jam. I lost again for the third straight night. The others all had won at least 1 night if not 2 or 3. Keith wanted me to mention Peter's ability to win at cards while not in the room but outside on the deck smoking. Strange but true.
We all were quite spent after 3 days and nights of this leisurely lifestyle-it was exhausting;) We awoke to Sunday becoming quite warm and we cleaned up, packed up and headed for home. Many thanks to the fifth in the party for his hospitality, hard hitting wit and friendship. Memories were made there at the place on the river and on the road again.

Tigers, Family and other summer fun

I will start out with most recent happenings-this past Saturday, Callie, Mary and I traveled to Detroit to see the first place Tigers play the Chicago White Sox. We met up with 10 other Symon's family members and witnessed an exciting walk off 10th inning win by the Tiges. Even though our seats were higher up in the Upper Deck than I had hoped or anticipated it was a good view of the field and city and made for good exercise although I felt bad for my Dad that he had to truck up to the 17th row but he did not complain about it. It was a special family outing for the Syms' at the Comerica park in downtown.

Always tough to see much of the city outside the stadium areas so depressed but you wouldn't have known it around the ballpark. We made our first trip to Cheli's before the game as many of the 41,000 plus came early to hang out and soak up the nice day around Comerica park.

Mary's sister Karen and hubby Charlie from the UP were back at our house for the weekend as they had come in on Friday night. We always have nice visits catching up on stuff and topics of the day. Friday evening we all went out to brother Joe's place on Little Long Lake for a fire and a brew. Mary's sister Peggy and hubby John stopped by as did niece Katie.

Thursday night began the "Taste of Kalamazoo" so Mary and I decided we could afford to check out one of our old favorite bands opening on Thursday, 4 Wheel Drive. Frankie Ballard, the latest "star" to come out of Kalamazoo was making his return appearance from writing school in Nashville. For those keeping track of how much Mary and I go out we ate before we went so only our beverages did we have to pay;) Bsides we both got paid on Friday;;)) We hung out out with our festival going pals Mike and Susan. Cheers!

Going back a little further I played in another "comped" golf outing with regular golf partner Peter at the Hastings Country Club a couple Fridays ago. Another first class outing with freebies, food and door prizes. We came in at respectable 7 under par. The Trick and Nephew DW rounded out the jolly foursome. Peter's son Andre works now for the Art Council in Hastings and we represented for him in some fashion. That weekend ended with Mary and I watching movies in the evenings; finally saw Benjamin Button, a curious case indeed on aging and living young and Two Lovers with Joaquin Phoenix and Gwenneth Paltrow, also thought provoking on inner realationships and love?

That's the update-all I can I safely report here without fully incriminating myself or any others. Today was a full day of folks coming into the food pantry as the end of the month usually is, it gives me pause to remember how fortunate I am and to give thanks.

The Guys Golf Getaway is fast approaching as this year we head back to the Grayling area to hang with our "Fifth" Dr. Birdy. Look for reports of that romp in future blogs. Hey! Stop and smell the summer roses and Go Tigers!

Savor the Summertime Blues and Greens

On the road to Fenville with Corby
and Bocce with the boys of summer.

Fresh off last evening's outdoor performance by the Motortone's at Bayview I am Mo-tivated to post something on the blog. It is Monday MOanin for sure, summer is slowly slinking it's way through as we grasp at it's light and warmth. I think the gig went well, gracias to all friends and fam who showed, as usual band had fun in a great summer outdoor environment on Gull Lake. Thanks MO-tones for the chance to jam at rehearsal and last night. Always fun to get silly with the "Revanator".

I have not blogged in a couple weeks, my last entry after MJ's death might of been a bit dark but meaningful to me at least. It sure did not elicit any response but most of my entries go without responses. So far it has been a fairly musical summer-the jam at Clone studios with Ms. Harrison, Shooter and Jazz was fun and broke some new ground with Susan finally making it to the jamsite. The other ML was a gracious host as usual. The 4th of July was close behind, where we spent the weekend in Fennville at the G'nas (also always gracious hosts) hosting friends and family hanging out playing horseshoes, bocce, the annual golf shot competition-Buckley winning again, women that go Saugie shopping, eating great food, celebrating Pat's Biday, masterful ribbing, fireworks and jamming round the campfire. It was good to have Dr. W. Pett join us again for the festivities. Bill "Corby" Corbin rode over on his MO-torcycle from Detroit to Kalamazoo to Fennville (see photo), the first leg of his cross-country journey that will take him up through Canada and to California and back again. Quite the solo trip for a a 58 year old. I admire his adventuresome spirit to go it alone. He called last week from Mt. Rushmore before he headed into Canada -hope rest of trip goes well, continued good weather, meet interesting folks and get some good RnR time.

So the Fourth ended with a bang and a thud for us and many as we headed back home to our routines. I went fishing with bro-in-law Joe C. last Monday evening out to Little Long Lake. Lovely night and caught a keeper sized Pumpkinseed bluegill and few other small bass. Mary and I did get to see the Caron-Duffield Project open the Kazoo Blues Fest Thursday night, which had great weather all weekend so attendance should of been up this year.

On the golf report front, I broke out of my summer slump last week in league and had my best round in weeks. Martin J. asked me to be his partner again in an outing at the Medalist over near Marshall last week. We had fun and hit some decent shots, golfed, ate for free and won a set of screwdrivers to go with my wrenches from last year. What a deal , thanks Martay.

Sum Sum Summertime slips away- the grass growing slows-the gardens demand water, the 'maters are popping out and the long nights slowly retreat their way towards fall. I have my food pantry to go monitor today, cut some grass and finish off my networking letter to see what is out there for me to do, if anything. It is getting on almost a year now since my so called retirement and I am wanting of something more to fill my time. What shall it be?

death, devices and huge divots

A lot has taken place since the last post. I have golfed about 72 or more holes at various courses; the Gordy Challenge out at Maple Hills, Stonehedge on Fathers Day near Augusta, up at St. Ives near Big Rapids, and the league at Thornapple. I need a break from golf for awhile, I have been sucking lately and need a swing-mind revamping.

BUT the big news is the death of the King of Pop. All I think of is the Artist twisted and tortured inside. Jimi, Janis, J. Morrison, Elvis, Van Gogh, Rimbaud, James Dean, Dennis Wilson, Kurt Cobain, Michael and others; their genius battled the pain, drove the soul of their creative ride along the crest of an existence that was surreal and on time, in the moment and off the wall. The artist feels life experiences at a level most do not. Translates it into something we can all only try and understand. They strove to help us make sense of what value the sweetness this life possesses for us all against the darkness.

I offer my poem robot love from mid 70's:

what is it that bubbles is my brain every time the robot tries to look my way I know they see it the look in my eye I know they see it they think it's a lie

what is it that cuts through the eye of the robot when he insists on playing out his hand it's always the same oh how the man hates the sound of our wrippled band it's never the same it's robot love

robot love caring to prefer not to saying no to the status quo give a show grow your own self it's only fair sell short despair not it's worth it who says who cares who stares

stairs stirs stars stars stairs stirs stirs stars stairs still sit wait still waiting i waited waited waited for his return for his return upon hes return i lost touch again it wasn't worth it

sweet robot do stay away i feel easier this way hurt it does to see me cry me try me die me cry me try me die

Frog in the Blog

This is the Frog that has adopted or adapted our habitat to his or hers recently. right under our front window. It has a very loud and sexy chirp noise it makes, calling for someone or something I imagine. If you know what kind it is let me know. A peeper? Michigan frogs and toads websites did not have this particular species with a photo.

Grad parties and checking out our musician friends gigs took up most of the last weekend. Have to mention that in between we saw the movie "Revolutionary Road" , which was troubling and insightful tale of dreams unrealized and inner demons, great acting by Kate Winslet and Leonardo De.... but there was GOLF too of course, finally got over to where Davie G. is working at the Ravines near Saugatuck and played with old Fraser pal Tom Buckles and White Cloud/Fremont native Dave Hewitt-good time, great weather and had the long, lonely drive back after Red Wings loss but had good phone company from Peter, BMAD, and Mary.
Til the Solstice enjoy the sights, sounds and scenery ..........

Junein

The glories of June abound with green in abundance and gardens growing. school schedules slow down or end altogether and we move slowly into summer. I have worked my third Pantry day now and they entrust our little crew with the keys to the church community hall.
Last weekend was the one of the biggest for celebrations in Kalamazoo. Art fairs, the Do-Dah parade, Greek fest, and concerts. Mary and I hit Friday evening for the Art Hop where we were running into friends and acquaintances at breakneck speed. We hooked up with Mike and Susan, Patrick and Peggy for dinner at Charlie Fosters and went home kind of early so that we were in good shape for the Greek fest on Saturday where I assisted Susan and her Palamazoo crew in entertaining tots near the playground inside the Arcadia Festival site. Downtown was packed with folks checking out the parade and art, etc. The weather was just right. It was a short and sweet gig and we got some little ones to smile and shake an egg , sing along or swing a streamer. We boogied to the sounds of the greek music as the puppets. After that we hit the food tent for some Greek grub and a beer. It was an early night again, stayed home and watched a Netflick and some Red Wings as they get closer to the Cup. The camera malfunctioned on Saturday so we have no pictures of the Palamazoo Greek fest show. Sorry, make it up next time.