The Anecdotal Life Part: 22
Blogging along here "in Margaritaville"; except I had just one and all the fun involved in that in a place called the Road House. Other family gatherings occurred at the Trick Dog, and the Ice Cream Parlor in what used to be the pharmacy in and around Beulah, Michigan. The Bravo Cafe had to close because a church moved in next door and righteously began demanding Bravo's closure due to their selling of spirits....We were better off with Bravo. A person could get really spiritual there.
The Beulah Librarians and friends have now raised $ 370,000 for the library and have $ 130,000 to go. Amazing!!
I received several strokes of good luck and unwarranted generosity. My son Eric offered me the money to cover the price of a captain to pilot my boat and ourselves, that includes the dough for the gas, on a trip to the Inner Harbor to see the coming Labor Day Fireworks. Whooppeee! One of the main points of the trip will be my learning how to pilot the boat coming and going. Secondly, my nephew, Rick, who runs a fish hatchery for the government farther north in Mancelona, called saying he'd set up a session with a captain of one of his ships to sit down and help me understand radar systems, maps, principles of navigation etc. It was a killer couple of hours and I took in all I could. Regardless, of it being a lesson via paper, I had a much stronger sense of the business when I finished. Having read a lot, I had a zillion questions and he let me interrupt at any and all points. God bless em. Furthermore, two of the captains invited me back for a reality check on the boat itself out on Lake Michigan. Sadly, I had to ask for a raincheck since I was in the "throws" of packing and leaving town. I may try to go back up if they are still willing in September for what would be a great experience.
Further great luck and generosity came flying our way when a good neighbor ,Bill, valiantly offered to help us find the back two markers for our property. Armed with his shovel and some sort of "machete" he hacked his way through bushes, small trees, poison ivy and the concomitant fleet of mosquitos to discover the markers which had been cast (thank heaven) in cement a very long time ago.We were overjoyed to see the depth of property and realized it represented a small bonanza in terms of real estate. Bill needed special commendation for managing this while my sister Peg and I quibbled over each blade and branch. I told Bill he was exceptionally good at beating about the bush. What a vacation! And now to home and the crippling heat and humidity of Annapolis.
Copyright: Part 22.
The Beulah Librarians and friends have now raised $ 370,000 for the library and have $ 130,000 to go. Amazing!!
I received several strokes of good luck and unwarranted generosity. My son Eric offered me the money to cover the price of a captain to pilot my boat and ourselves, that includes the dough for the gas, on a trip to the Inner Harbor to see the coming Labor Day Fireworks. Whooppeee! One of the main points of the trip will be my learning how to pilot the boat coming and going. Secondly, my nephew, Rick, who runs a fish hatchery for the government farther north in Mancelona, called saying he'd set up a session with a captain of one of his ships to sit down and help me understand radar systems, maps, principles of navigation etc. It was a killer couple of hours and I took in all I could. Regardless, of it being a lesson via paper, I had a much stronger sense of the business when I finished. Having read a lot, I had a zillion questions and he let me interrupt at any and all points. God bless em. Furthermore, two of the captains invited me back for a reality check on the boat itself out on Lake Michigan. Sadly, I had to ask for a raincheck since I was in the "throws" of packing and leaving town. I may try to go back up if they are still willing in September for what would be a great experience.
Further great luck and generosity came flying our way when a good neighbor ,Bill, valiantly offered to help us find the back two markers for our property. Armed with his shovel and some sort of "machete" he hacked his way through bushes, small trees, poison ivy and the concomitant fleet of mosquitos to discover the markers which had been cast (thank heaven) in cement a very long time ago.We were overjoyed to see the depth of property and realized it represented a small bonanza in terms of real estate. Bill needed special commendation for managing this while my sister Peg and I quibbled over each blade and branch. I told Bill he was exceptionally good at beating about the bush. What a vacation! And now to home and the crippling heat and humidity of Annapolis.
Copyright: Part 22.
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