It’s almost 8:00 p.m., I’m in a McDonald’s in Traverse City, Michigan . I left Grand Rapids just about 12 hours ago, drove by the seat of my pants to Cadillac, MI and turned it over to the GPS. The next hour and a half was a maze of twisty-turn course through the woods; tried to stay oriented but even on a sunny day the tall, dense woods and narrow roadway left me clueless. But my navigation machine got me to a familiar junction near Glen Arbor, my destination.
Finding a parking spot in town has always been a challenge and it was even worse today. My first stop was Cherry Republic, a restaurant-winery-bakery and everything-cherry store. Had a cherry-pulled pork sandwich with cherry bbq sauce, cheese and cold slaw between the buns; so big I had to cut it up and eat it with a fork. Then I picked up six jars of cherry horseradish; one for each of my kids and two for me.
They set samples out for everything they sell and nobody checks to see how many times you go back for 2nds, 3rds, 4ths; you get the picture. Everybody is careful to scoop chocolate covered cherries up with the teaspoon that is provided but it takes several scoops to fill up the palm of your hand. One lady does nothing else but refill the chocolate covered cherries bowls (3 types) milk, dark and mint chocolate. By the time she refills the bucket the samples are empty again. I managed to constrain my predatory nature but I made several passes by the chocolate covered cherries and it’s my birthday today (12 years, 3 months in dog years.)
I’m going back tomorrow morning to a place I call ‘The Church of The High Meadow.’ I’ve been going there for over two decades to worship nature, take comfort in my pagan instincts. Then I head back to Grand Rapids for a Mary Chapin Carpenter concert on Thursday. Finding an opportunity to journal requires some planning. This little blurb will not get a re-read or edit. I’ll just toss it up and trust the universe to give it legs. (Couldn't help myself) I did make an edit or two after all.
Finding a parking spot in town has always been a challenge and it was even worse today. My first stop was Cherry Republic, a restaurant-winery-bakery and everything-cherry store. Had a cherry-pulled pork sandwich with cherry bbq sauce, cheese and cold slaw between the buns; so big I had to cut it up and eat it with a fork. Then I picked up six jars of cherry horseradish; one for each of my kids and two for me.
They set samples out for everything they sell and nobody checks to see how many times you go back for 2nds, 3rds, 4ths; you get the picture. Everybody is careful to scoop chocolate covered cherries up with the teaspoon that is provided but it takes several scoops to fill up the palm of your hand. One lady does nothing else but refill the chocolate covered cherries bowls (3 types) milk, dark and mint chocolate. By the time she refills the bucket the samples are empty again. I managed to constrain my predatory nature but I made several passes by the chocolate covered cherries and it’s my birthday today (12 years, 3 months in dog years.)
I’m going back tomorrow morning to a place I call ‘The Church of The High Meadow.’ I’ve been going there for over two decades to worship nature, take comfort in my pagan instincts. Then I head back to Grand Rapids for a Mary Chapin Carpenter concert on Thursday. Finding an opportunity to journal requires some planning. This little blurb will not get a re-read or edit. I’ll just toss it up and trust the universe to give it legs. (Couldn't help myself) I did make an edit or two after all.
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