Pot o’ Gold

We found our pot o' gold on U.S. Hwy. 12 in Buchanan, Michigan Tuesday morning.

We found our pot o’ gold on U.S. Hwy. 12 in Buchanan, Michigan Tuesday morning.

 

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Fall Color Tour

(South Bend, Indiana/Harbert, Michigan) We drove down and over to South Bend the other day to have my clarinet teacher, Jason Gresl, undo the “fix” I did to my clarinet.  After Jason diagnosed the problem as an over-tightened A key and got me playing in tune again, we feasted our eyes on a fall color tour to end all fall color tours.  To wit:

On a South Bend street where my clarinet teacher lives.

On a South Bend street where my clarinet teacher lives.

Popping up Portage Road into Michigan as the fall colors pop.

Popping up Portage Road into Michigan as the fall colors pop.

Westbound on U.S. Hwy. 12 just south of Buchanan, Michigan.

Westbound on U.S. Hwy. 12 just south of Buchanan, Michigan.

Dipping into Warren Woods on Warren Woods Road.

Dipping into Warren Woods on Warren Woods Road.

Through the Woods brightly.

Through the Woods brightly.

Looking north on Prairie Road from Red Arrow Highway, and then . . .

Looking north on Prairie Road from Red Arrow Highway, and then . . .

. . . home again, home again, jiggity jig.

. . . home again, home again, jiggity jig.

 

 

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Baseball coverage

Magic Hat

Flash Fiction

by Charles McKelvy

A magic moment in baseball.

A magic moment in baseball.

“I assure you, sir, this hat is magic. Which is to say: Should you purchase this hat and wear this hat to the sporting event of your choice, the team of your choice will win it all.”

The man of a certain age, who had been bedazzled by the display of fine hats in the window of the haberdashery in the historic downtown building, now gazed longingly at the straw hat with the black band that the shimmering goddess of a sales clerk was artfully displaying for him. “Magic, you say?”

“Magic, I say,” she said, setting the fine hand-crafted hat on the man’s swelling head.

She showed her pearly whites and added: “Well, do you feel the magic?”

Did he ever. So much so, that he pitched forward.

She caught him, and repeated: “Well, do you feel the magic?”

“Do I ever!!! Do I ever!!!”

And he was indeed wearing the magic hat on a hot summer afternoon when he gazed out upon the field of play and told his best baseball buddy: “They’re going to win the World Series.”

“Them? They’d be lucky if they get a Wild Card. They couldn’t make it to the Little League World Series, let alone THE World Series.”

“No, my friend, they’re going to make it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m wearing the magic hat.”

“Looks like the only magic was what some sales clerk at that fancy hat store of yours worked on your credit card. Still, it does keep the sun off your face and thus reduce your chance of another visit to the dermatologist.”

“All that and a bag of chips, plus, it works magic on the field. Oh, ye of little faith. Wanna bet they’re not only going to get the Wild Card, but that they are going to win the NLCS, and they are going to win the World Series. For the second time in two years.”

“All right. It’s a bet. But not for money.”

“All right. Name your stakes.”

“They don’t go all the way to the Series, you eat your hat. If they do go all the way and win the NLCS, I’ll buy us some World Series tickets, and a hat just like that for myself, and we’ll be the best dressed fans in all of baseball.”

“You’re on.”

And they and their hand-crafted straw hats with black bands were right behind their team’s dugout for the first game of the World Series when the man in the first magic hat said: “Like to bet they win it in four?”

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Parental Guidance

Mom sees junior coming over to greet the Prairie Clubbers at Sunset Point, so—

Mom sees junior coming over to greet the Prairie Clubbers at Sunset Point, so—

—she gently reminds her deer one that hunting season is upon us in Michigan.

—she gently reminds her deer one that hunting season is upon us in Michigan.

 

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Fork in the road

In the immortal words of Yogi Berra:  "When you get to a fork in the road, take it."

In the immortal words of Yogi Berra: “When you get to a fork in the road, take it.”

Here are some more great quotes from the Yankees great:

http://www.baseball-almanac.com/quotes/quoberra.shtml

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Wild, Blue Yonder

Rob and Evie Edinger burn brightly in our memories.

Rob and Evie Edinger burn brightly in our memories.

(Harbert, Michigan) Our walk around the neighborhood the other evening took us to the dunetop home once occupied by our friends, Rob and Evie Edinger.  The pair of U.S. Air Force veterans—he a Captain and she a Major—have since passed into the wild, blue yonder, but we stopped nonetheless to remember the Major and the Captain and to recall how happy we were to have them as friends and neighbors here in Harbert, high atop the dunes overlooking Lake Michigan.  We salute you, Captain Rob and Major Evie, and we miss you and we will keep you alive in our memories!

The memory of Rob and Evie Edinger will always live here in Harbert.

The memory of Rob and Evie Edinger will always live here in Harbert.

 

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The Cross of Jesus

You could say that Jesus kind of caught my eye the other day in New Buffalo, Michigan.

You could say that Jesus kind of caught my eye the other day in New Buffalo, Michigan.

 

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