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finally decided to do a presentation on magnetic
gravitation. Joey was truly the mastermind behind this
project as my talents were more in the area of English and
literature; whereas, he was the math/science whiz. It really
was no big deal that we get together to work out our project
right away as we had four more weeks remaining before
the end of the first marking period, but still if Joey found out
that I ditched him and then lied to him in order to hang with
some dumb jock, the damages would be irreparable.
I also knew that this weekend would be the very last
Friday night that Brett would be available to do anything.
His first football game was the following Friday and that
began the season officially. Frankly I was shocked that he
had proposed to spend the evening with me instead of his
girlfriend, Amanda Myers. Literally everyone in school knew
that Brett and Amanda were the hot couple. They had been
going out for well over a year and most likely would be the
homecoming king and queen at next weeks opening game.
When I got up that Friday morning I was practically
pissing myself as I knew it would be the longest day of
school ever! And then when I finally did make it through the
day I'd have to wait another two hours to finally be with
Brett. But as I got my books and stuff together I packed my
clothes and toothbrush in my backpack because I was not
coming home after school. I'd just hang for a couple hours
at the park and wait for Brett. I could just sit there under my
tree and finish The Outsiders.
I would have ridden my bike to school but then what
would I do with it when Brett came to pick me up? So
instead I walked. I lived less than a mile from school, and
the weather was still good. We did not get snow in our
northern Michigan town until at least November. Sometimes
when we faced milder winters, snow did not fall until right
before Christmas. When the snow started to fly, however,
we got dumped on big time. Some years we had snow
banks that were almost as high as the eaves on the
houses.
This time of year, Fall, was by far the prettiest season
where I lived. In mid-October the leaves start to turn colors,
and a drive through the country can be breathtaking. Many
years of my childhood we would vacation in the Upper
Peninsula where there was nothing but countryside. There
are numerous state parks with waterfalls and hiking trails...it
is exhilarating to say the least. On one particular occasion
my parents took us to Taquamenon Falls in the U.P. I kept a
photo album and remember to this day standing on a
bridge that overlooked the falls with my older brother. I was
about five and he was eight. My mom snapped our picture
which served as an eternal trigger for this memory, even
though I remember little else of the entire experience.
My home town was a little overgrown village called Boyne
City. At the time that I was growing up there, we had a
population of about three thousand. Our high school
produced graduating classes of about 80 to 120 students.
The town itself was located right on beautiful Lake
Charlevoix. This particular lake was a magnet for tourists in
the summer as well as ice fishermen in the winter. Once it
froze, people would come from all over to place their
shanties on the lake. It was like a village on ice. The most
prized catch for the fishermen were smelt. In the springtime
smelt would "run" up the river in huge masses to the place
where they spawned. It was at this time that scads of
people would seek out the little creeks and streams that fed
into the lake and would lay in wait for the smelt. When they
started running en masse, the "dippers" would flood into the
stream and net the fish alive. Then they'd stay up all night
cleaning the nasty, slimy critters. Wintertime smelting was
far different. These fish that had made it to the lake finally
grew to be much bigger than those running in the stream at
springtime. The smelt caught by the ice fishermen were
around six to ten inches long. They were caught individually
with a hook and line. Each shanty had a hole in the dead
center...and through this hole they would drill into the ice to
create an entry for their fishing lines. These villages of
shanties (makeshift huts) came to be known as "Smeltania,
City on Ice."
Boyne City's other claim to fame was our annual
"Mushroom Festival" which took place every spring just
prior to Mother's Day. Wild mushrooms grew everywhere in
the woods around our town. These mushrooms were
morels. Again this was an excuse for tourists to flood into
our town as they went on their "hunting" expeditions for the
elusive morel. There were contests and a parade, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]