In Michigan, we spend close to six months of the year remembering, thinking of, and looking forward to summer’s bliss. Sitting on my sofa, the morning of the second day of spring 2008, looking out my living room window, I’m confronted by (of course) a fresh, six inches deep, white landscape. Why doesn’t this surprise me? The city of Dearborn has declared a snow emergency alert by sounding the snow alarm, so that we all knew that at O’ Dark thirty hours to get out of bed, get dressed and go out on the frozen tundra to move our vehicles so snow crews can plow the streets.



LAKE ERIE-- Some people call Lake Erie the "Walleye Capital of the World - in fact, I'm one of them - and, since Michigan can boast hundreds of miles of Lake Erie shoreline, that walleye capital honorific also extents to this state, particularly for those southeastern locals extending from Detroit to Monroe, and all the way to the Ohio border. There is nothing better for a walleye fisherman then trolling, jigging or drifting the reefs of Erie when the bite is on, landing these most delicious of fish and bringing home that well earned dinner fare, as though channeling the hunter-gatherer of our ancestors.