I was twelve when I first heard “Yesterday”. For some reason it was again on my mind—yesterday. I think I will spin a few Beatles’ records today. A new remixed version of “Revolver” arrives Saturday.
The Big Lake, as we affectionately call Lake Michigan, noting that Lake Superior is superior in size, serves up many wonders of weather, such as that roll cloud, and water spouts, and it is surfable, if the winds are right. Did you know that they trained pilots, in WWII, how to land on aircraft carriers on the Big Lake? They’ve actually found a number of planes which didn’t stick the landing on the bottom of the Big Lake.
It’s a beautiful Fall day here in Michigan, today. 74 degrees, full sun, leaves skittering around in the breeze and gusts up to 22 mph. Most the trees have dropped their leaves, though some stubborn oaks sugar maples still cling to theirs. It’s going to be a beautiful evening to sit on the front porch with a bourbon and a cigar and watch the sun set in hazy glory.
JackNovember 11, 2022, 7:25 AM
Enjoy those brief moments while you can. I spent a late Feb through July in the burg of Alma, the middle of the mitten as it is sometimes called and I don’t recall any temps over maybe mid 70s. In July the snow was still trying to slowly melt from the 20′ mountains formed in grocery store parking lots, as it waited in dire anticipation of the arrival of more snow and ice to add to its glory. Most of the men have facial hair, fat yoga pants wearing hippos are every where, pretty women are as scarce as survivors of the Titanic and alcohol breath and bad teeth are the true face of the place.
Please realize that I’m not attacking Michigan or anyone in it. Just reporting what I remember of my visit to the place.
Jack, didn’t take it as an attack on Michigan. At least you were in Alma, rather than say Flint, or Detroit. You can find the mix of fat yoga wearing hippos, etc., in just about any locale nowadays, and pretty gals at times seem scarcer, I agree. Snow’s coming. In fact, it’s snowing right now up in the Keweenaw, the Calumet area. Time to tune up the snow shovel, I guess.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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Yesterday…beautiful and back glancing. Thanks GVL
I was twelve when I first heard “Yesterday”. For some reason it was again on my mind—yesterday. I think I will spin a few Beatles’ records today. A new remixed version of “Revolver” arrives Saturday.
The Big Lake, as we affectionately call Lake Michigan, noting that Lake Superior is superior in size, serves up many wonders of weather, such as that roll cloud, and water spouts, and it is surfable, if the winds are right. Did you know that they trained pilots, in WWII, how to land on aircraft carriers on the Big Lake? They’ve actually found a number of planes which didn’t stick the landing on the bottom of the Big Lake.
It’s a beautiful Fall day here in Michigan, today. 74 degrees, full sun, leaves skittering around in the breeze and gusts up to 22 mph. Most the trees have dropped their leaves, though some stubborn oaks sugar maples still cling to theirs. It’s going to be a beautiful evening to sit on the front porch with a bourbon and a cigar and watch the sun set in hazy glory.
Enjoy those brief moments while you can. I spent a late Feb through July in the burg of Alma, the middle of the mitten as it is sometimes called and I don’t recall any temps over maybe mid 70s. In July the snow was still trying to slowly melt from the 20′ mountains formed in grocery store parking lots, as it waited in dire anticipation of the arrival of more snow and ice to add to its glory. Most of the men have facial hair, fat yoga pants wearing hippos are every where, pretty women are as scarce as survivors of the Titanic and alcohol breath and bad teeth are the true face of the place.
Please realize that I’m not attacking Michigan or anyone in it. Just reporting what I remember of my visit to the place.
Jack, didn’t take it as an attack on Michigan. At least you were in Alma, rather than say Flint, or Detroit. You can find the mix of fat yoga wearing hippos, etc., in just about any locale nowadays, and pretty gals at times seem scarcer, I agree. Snow’s coming. In fact, it’s snowing right now up in the Keweenaw, the Calumet area. Time to tune up the snow shovel, I guess.