Sunday, March 12, 2017
NOT MUCH GOING ON TODAY FOLKS, JUST A FEW PHOTOS
SOON AS TEMPERATURES COME UP A BIT THIS THIN LAYER OF ICE ON THE BAYFIELD RIVER WILL BREAK UP AND MOVE OUT INTO THE LAKE
Not much going on today folks so I’ll leave you with a few Bayfield Harbor photos from our Saturday morning Jeep ride.
FISHING NETS PACKED IN BINS ON THE DOCK
WON’T BE LONG AND THIS LOCAL FISHING BOAT WILL BE SLIPPING OUT THE BAYFIELD HARBOR MOUTH TO RESUME IT’S LAKE HURON FISHING SEASON ONCE MORE
THAT ORANGE DIGGER MACHINE SITTING ON A FLOATING BARGE IS USED FOR DREDGING THE RIVER AND I BELIEVE IT ALSO PLAYS A PART IN SETTING UP MANY OF THE SAILBOAT DOCKS IN SPRING
THOSE RIVERSIDE CABINS CAN BE USED BY SUMMER SAILBOATERS
SAILBOATS WRAPPED AND STORED FOR THE WINTER WILL SOON ONCE AGAIN BE PLYING LAKE HURON WATERS
A NEWLY BUILT RAIN GARDEN AT PIONEER PARK AWAITS THE COMING OF SPRING
GROANER’S CORNER:(( A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in New York City. He lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gathers around. "A priest! Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps. A policeman checks the crowd but finds no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind. "A PRIEST, PLEASE!" the dying man says again. Then out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least eighty years of age."Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic. But for fifty years now I'm living behind St. Mary's Catholic Church on Third Avenue, and every night I'm listening to the Catholic litany. Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man." The policeman agrees and brings the octogenarian over to the dying man. He kneels down, leans over the injured and says in a solemn voice: "B - 4. I - 19. N - 38. G - 54. O - 72."
Eating greasy high cholesterol food gives me stage fright. I get butter fries in my stomach.