happy labor day from the u.s.a.
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image credit: seattle times
we lie around
on a rainy afternoon
listening to the radio
to hear
one of us
a first-time storyteller on npr
as she shares with the nation
her bittersweet tale
there are 11 people of all ages
4 dogs of all shapes
with all
the food, drinks, games
and
good cheer
we could possibly need
and no timeline or agenda
on this long lazy weekend
all tucked in together
in 1 cozy house
on 1 pretty lake
and all that
equals
1 huge level of comfort.
—-
it is one of the blessings of old friends
that you can afford to be stupid with them.
– ralph waldo emerson
spent a slow, sunny afternoon
in the pretty little town of
st. clair, michigan
right on the river
reading and writing
watching people and ships
come and go.
and in the
friendly coffee shop
right across from the water
run by sue
where i sat near
a retired teacher
meeting her former student
who long ago was
a 3-year old
in her class
for the first time
after many years
with photo albums
and stories
and catching up on life
and finally she got tired
and said it was time to go
and
they hugged
going their separate ways
with a promise to meet once again
before so long.
and the high school girls
gathering around a table
excited and nervous
about the coming school year
chatting and giggling
sharing stories
someone’s little sister
sat on her lap
having her hair braided
looking at her comic book
welcome
as part of the group
and learning from these girls
dreaming about what it will be like one day
to be a high school girl
and giggle and fret with your friends.
and the old man
who held the door
offering to buy a ‘drink’ for two older lady friends
who were awaiting his arrival
regaling them with tales
of his days in europe
reliving them
or perhaps living them for the first time
with his retelling.
and the young boys on the river
determined to enjoy the last days of summer
jumping in without fear and with squeals of laughter.
—–
the nice part about living in a small town
is that when you don’t know what you’re doing,
someone else does
– immanuel kant
(the morning alert from my local sheriffs)
Monday August 31, 2015, 7:54 AM
Washtenaw County Sheriff’s Office
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Advisory: Stolen Golf Cart – Downing Farms Golf Course – Salem Twp
Dear Beth K,
Salem Township Deputies are investigating the theft of a golf cart that occurred at the Downing Farms Golf Course. The incident occurred between Aug 29th at 9 pm and Aug 30th at 5:30 am. Stolen was a Club Car beverage cart white in color and a large number of returnable cans. Unknown suspect(s) forced entry to the club garage. No arrests have been made at this time.
If you have any information regarding this incident please contact the Washtenaw County Sheriff’s Office at 911, through our confidential tip line (734) 973-7711 or anonymously through Crime Stoppers at 1-800-Speak-UP.
Burglars are opportunistic and look for the easiest way in and out. The more you can secure your property the less likely you are to have your home broken into.

“An educated and engaged community is our best partner”
– Sheriff Jerry L. Clayton
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spent the afternoon at
the rogers centre
in canada
where the
baseball opened with
the official roof report –
‘the roof is open’
the game began
and we
watched our detroit tigers
get mowed over
by the toronto blue jays
such a game (15-1)
where
our outfielder even
lost track of
how many outs there were
and forgot to throw the ball back
toronto fans threw out hats
when their player hit 3 home runs
all in the same game
and
hockey and baseball
blurred lines
in the old hockey tradition
of the hat trick
then
every opposing starter
got at least on base
giving us the chance
to see their entire roster
all in one game
but the staff and the local fans
were very friendly
except for the guy
who impounded
our piñata head mascot
kind of a chicken
who was meant to be a tiger
(a chi-ger)
upon entering the stadium
lest i possibly wear it
and conceal my identity
but we decided to shake it all off
and
embrace the huge loss of this game
by enjoying the town
with fans from both sides
and
our pinata
came right along with us
as we met
a rickshaw driver
a man with a chicken hat
( a kindred spirit who grew up in my hometown)
a street singer with a bag on his head
a sweaty spiderman
and a band
playing american and canadian covers
so we danced a lot
and passed the piñata on to the band

but upon returning to our hotel
i couldn’t exactly remember
my hotel room number
except for the last two digits
which caused a bit of a logistical issue
so i visited a few floors
on the elevator that only moved
in response to an electronic key swipe
(who knew?)
saw a lot of our beautiful hotel
made friends with the front desk
who made a few phone calls
to my fellow travelers
who mostly had their phones shut off
in this
faraway and friendly foreign land
and
finally got back into my room
where i soon after
got locked in the glass shower
for a while
then
relaxed and drifted off to sleep
in my pillowy bed
until there was
a 3am fire alarm (false)
but it was one great day
leading into the next
and
there certainly was a lot of laughter
i’d say there were
at least
3 major bouts of laughter
all in the same day.
and
that’s a hat trick.
—
‘that’s the beauty of sport.
sometimes you laugh,
sometimes you cry.’
– joseph gradual
heading to the great white north
speeding on a train
with
one group of friends
one piñata head
one group of others waiting for us there
and bringing heaps of american spirit to go around.

“the cool thing about being famous is traveling. i have always wanted to travel across seas, like to canada and stuff.”
– britney spears
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