Dern that boy, I thought I told him to mind the store.
Well, here’s a taste. Your humble Director is way up in Northern Michigan yanking miracles out of his butt, a half dozen a day practically. Mostly concerning the whacky Hawaii voyage, but with heavy implications for DOG. I’m loving my tribe up here, so great to breathe the peeps in the sticks, all lake diving blue and spinning poplar leaves. The magical portents thick as wood smoke in the breeze. I’ve had a splinter in my foot for about a week and if it kills me I’ll have smile on my face. Oh Michigan, mine.
More soon, just wanted to stop in and say hey.