Thanksgiving is a time for remembering and to give thanks for the many blessings bestowed upon us. Thanksgiving is when tables are heaped with earth’s bounteous fare. It is when we eat pumpkin pie!
Archives for November 2004
"Ouch!” My wet pinkies had been assaulted by a dull red critter doing its darnedest to escape down the hatch of my cabin cruiser. If I didn’t catch the little “bug” pretty quickly, it might crawl deep into the bowels of my bilges stinking up the whole boat for the next few fishing seasons. The crab and I scrambled around on the deck for a good three or four minutes, fighting around traps, bait sacks and various gear until I was finally able to get it into a corner, grab it behind the pincers, and toss it overboard.
Sipping pre-dawn coffee on this crisp October morning, I know it is time to fire up my rolling cocoon and head for Arizona. This Michigan autumn has been exceptionally clear and sunny but its coolness suggests winter winds and Thanksgiving. Various Thanksgiving blessings come to mind during this quiet hour before the world wakes up.
After years spent working in the petroleum business for his own company and for others, Jim Lawrence was looking for a change.
As I wander cobblestone streets climbing between white-stuccoed buildings with red-tiled roofs and window boxes overflowing with bougainvillea, I could be in a seaside Mediterranean hamlet. But turning to look at palm trees swaying on the golden-sand beach, and the Bay of Banderas melting into the horizon, I am—most happily—on the Mexican Riviera.
Park City, Utah, has finally been discovered as a true four-season world-class destination. In just the five years that I’ve lived here, its charm as a ski, live music, film festival, golf, fishing, biking, and hiking Mecca has dramatically increased. Especially since a good portion of the Winter Olympics were staged right here in our little town in February of 2002 when the whole world sat up and took notice.