I usually go to Lansing on Mondays, but I decided to go today this week. Apparently it’s going to be Michigan rock city; I may not even be able to reach my office — my parking space, anyway. If I can slip away, and get close enough, I might get some pictures. But I’m not optimistic. The state police seem to be loaded for bear. We’ll find out what democracy looks like.
There is so much to say about this, but for obvious reasons, I can’t say too much. My boss has compiled a few links, but there are many, many more you can find with a few keystrokes. One thing seems obvious: This is a political move, and a bold one. This Free Press editorial — 900 words and change — has a strange tone, like a wounded lover. You promised, and you lied to us! Very odd. But it gives you a sense of the emotional stew here, too.
For now, we must gird our loins for the morning. I made pie. And some soup. I’m calling it Beta Carotene Stew, made from oven-roasting a butternut squash, a fat sweet potato, a couple of carrots and, just for the hell of it and because I had them, a couple of apples. Cook down some onions in butter, add a bunch of curry powder, add the roasted stuff, get to work with the stick blender. Thin it out with vegetable broth and enjoy. It’s like eating a bowl full of vitamins. By tomorrow, I’ll be able to throw away my glasses.
So, some bloggage?
Some of you who visit don’t read the comments, so you may have missed Charlotte’s post about her grandmother, who died recently. Here’s your second chance.
I was also sorry to hear about the death of Bob Pence, a Fort Wayner who joined us here from time to time. I corresponded with him for a while, and I wrote a column about how the river was undermining Thieme Drive, where he lived. He had a sly sense of humor; by the time I met him, he’d been through a lot, including a cancer that nearly killed him. His website endures, however, and you can enjoy some of his photography, mainly of small towns in the Midwest and, um, tractors. He was a farm boy, and loved the equipment. He would have been fun to go through the Henry Ford with.
Time to gird my loins for Lansing. Fingers crossed it’s not too crazy, and if it is, that I get a coupe of decent pictures. Happy Tuesday, all.