The recent beach bulldozing, ostensibly for the wedding tent, took out our beloved bonfire pit - headquarters for s’mores, tall tales, ghost stories, stargazing. and all manner of creative loafing.
No problem; we just hauled up more rocks up from the shore and rebuilt.
We wouldn’t dream of not having one.
Notice, by the way, the “ostensibly” in my first sentence. A subject for another blog. But don’t worry, the wedding is still on.
A few boards, a handful of screws, a couple of chairs, an umbrella, two cold drinks … and before you know it, you’ve got yourself a cabana.
It was a cabana sort of weekend, and my wife and I, in between wedding-preparation projects, managed to spend some time living the cabana life.
I kept waiting for the guy in the white suit with a tray of drinks to show up, but evidently he was down the beach, at somebody else’s cabana.
Have I been in Lake Huron over the weekend? Yes. Past my ankles? No.
The weather this weekend has been beautiful, but the lake temperature hasn’t cracked the 60-degree mark yet - 57.7 according to the depth finder on my boat.
You’d have to be a fish, or a kid, to enjoy that.
I’ll get back to you in a couple of weeks.
Black and Blue
Now some people will tell you that the perfect black and tan is Guinness and Bass. Some say it’s Guinness and Harp, or Guinness and Newcastle.
Still other would argue Guinness is the nectar of the gods, and that it’s a sin to tamper with it at all.
Me? I say you can mix Guinness with Blue Moon, and call it a black-and-Blue.
The trick, of course, comes in the pouring. The Guinness must be added gently and slowly. Dribbling it over a spoon helps.
Happy birthday, USA
In between the bookends of summer (Memorial Day and Labor Day) comes the very masterpiece of summer celebrations: Independence Day.
While Memorial Day demands a measure of somberness, and Labor Day comes tinged with the sweet sorrow of September, Independence Day is an unmitigated party. It requires nothing more than commitment to a full-tilt celebration.
And when July 4 happens to fall on a Monday, or Friday (as it does this year), well, “Hurrah for the flag of the free …”
To read my Michigander column click on the Detroit Free Press fireworks photo.