Filled with self-deprecating remorse, considerable fear, and self-loathing, I whimpered my misgivings. Bob, well “finger-printed” glasses sliding toward the front end of his pudgy nose, rolls his considerable bulk backward from the desk just far enough to cross his legs.
Saturday, October 8, my husband Randy and I decided to head to the eastern side of Michigan to explore an area neither of us knew much about. On the shores of Lake Huron, right in the middle of Michigan’s “thumb”, lies the quaint little harbor town of Lexington.
Saturday, September 24th, was a rare day when my husband Randy and I had no plans or social obligations. It was a nice sunny day to boot. So needless to say, it was time for an adventure via the wild blue.