There are a million stories in Saugatuck-Douglas, the Naked Cities—not counting Cindy Gamrat’s. It’s Christmas Eve and I need gifts fast. Email to the rescue.
Nothing lends urgency to photography like the fear you’ll go blind. I can’t really see it coming.
“Life is difficult,” wrote M.
Saugatuck-Douglas has more stores per capita that cater to critters than anywhere. Dogs and cats? We love ‘em. Humans? We’re not as sure.
Now I am 60 I should grow up and accept it’s too late. Aspirations have turned to ashes. What’s left? Second childhood and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
There is living and then there’s life. For me, existence gets pretty humdrum.
“What did you do today?” my wife asks.
Republican Presidential hopeful Ted Cruz is declaring war on the liberal media and has a personal favor to ask me. First I ask:
I wasn’t looking for satori in Dowagiac. More like a Coke. We are all thirsty for enlightenment, to which “satori” refers, but sugar water was all I could afford or swallow.
Because managing is about man aging, I’ve avoided it. Living it’s bad enough.
Life is good:
• Blue Star Highway, for which this column was named when I came here nine years ago, has been rebuilt by our office.