I know you feel sorry for yourself because you missed the picnic over at the Knowles House. Well, some of you missed it. Katy was there, and Loon Ranger Arleen Westhoven, and Linda Gallagher, the editor of the Antrim Review, and Mike Berst, as advertised, and numerous Dawsons and Bachmanns and leventy-umpteen other people whose names I do not know because it was, after all, in Central Lake, and I am from Eastport, and that is a whole ‘nother post altogether. I ambushed all the descendants of Civil War vets anyway, and hope to add a couple of photos to the stash for The Book. I digress. I felt sorry for you, too, although I did eat your strawberry shortcake. Here are some pictures that should help you feel as if you were really there.
You probably observed that the siding on the shed is in bad need of a scraping and painting. That is why CLAHS was having a fund raiser. That, and it was time to have a community picnic. It’s been really nice for almost a week now. Picnic while you can, that’s our motto.
I’ll see you over at Barnes Park tomorrow then, right? Petoskey Stone Festival. Be there or be square, Daddy, and save an elephant ear for me.