All of our college freshmen are delivered to their dorm rooms by
today. Monday marked the big move and we now have many empty nesters
thinking about changes brought by Tuesday. Any college students
remaining shall soon report to college towns, if any of them remain.
Why wouldn't sophomores, juniors and seniors want to begin enjoying a
week of summer sunshine and college sophistication before the syllabi
begin to keep time? The shoreline water is still too hot for Salmon to
swim around our piers in large numbers, but I am now more hesitant as
I wade in for my evening swim. Even downtown Grand Haven lacks ambition this week; two blocks of
Washington Boulevard are torn up, exposing sand, sand unexposed for
decades. I watched a couple with metal detectors working over the sand
with their ground scanning disks, looking for coins and artifacts in a
town with 14 or more decades of experience. I noticed a brew master
and a pub owner walking the beat, from Theater Bar to the Kirby to the
Tip-A-Few, counting heads, trying to make an estimate of who is left
in town for the long Labor Day weekend. His summer bartender has
returned to Grand Valley State University, so he's brought on an
architect and a interior designer to mind his counter. When I text my friends, they are all shopping for back to school
clothing to adorn their newly promoted high school freshmen. I roamed into Porto Bello, and a young man is on the stand, being
interviewed by a sports reporter from WGHN,
http://sportsradio1370.com/. "I try to take them one at a time. And
then I noticed I had scored 4 touchdowns". The Monday evening sports
program, carried on AM radio, and broadcast from one of the nicer
restaurants in town is a West Michigan tradition. Vic's carries the
Spring Lake, MI football team. In fall of 2005, I watched in awe as a
troop of young men in poplin button-up shirts and ties marched into
Woodfires in Dowagiac for a similar program,
http://www.woodfiredining.com/. Difference is, it looked as if
Woodfires was blowing the whole football team to a meal and I didn't
see any hungry young men at Porto Bellos. The shoulder season is a funny name for a season. It makes the 100
days of summer the head season, if you care to extend the metaphor.
The counter top at Odd Side Ales isn't impossible to reach and stools
await. The rack rate at local resorts drop. Bartenders get to know who
is going to be a local for the fall and winter. Restaurants that
promised to open in the spring and then in the summer are now looked
at with interest, and worry.
today. Monday marked the big move and we now have many empty nesters
thinking about changes brought by Tuesday. Any college students
remaining shall soon report to college towns, if any of them remain.
Why wouldn't sophomores, juniors and seniors want to begin enjoying a
week of summer sunshine and college sophistication before the syllabi
begin to keep time? The shoreline water is still too hot for Salmon to
swim around our piers in large numbers, but I am now more hesitant as
I wade in for my evening swim. Even downtown Grand Haven lacks ambition this week; two blocks of
Washington Boulevard are torn up, exposing sand, sand unexposed for
decades. I watched a couple with metal detectors working over the sand
with their ground scanning disks, looking for coins and artifacts in a
town with 14 or more decades of experience. I noticed a brew master
and a pub owner walking the beat, from Theater Bar to the Kirby to the
Tip-A-Few, counting heads, trying to make an estimate of who is left
in town for the long Labor Day weekend. His summer bartender has
returned to Grand Valley State University, so he's brought on an
architect and a interior designer to mind his counter. When I text my friends, they are all shopping for back to school
clothing to adorn their newly promoted high school freshmen. I roamed into Porto Bello, and a young man is on the stand, being
interviewed by a sports reporter from WGHN,
http://sportsradio1370.com/. "I try to take them one at a time. And
then I noticed I had scored 4 touchdowns". The Monday evening sports
program, carried on AM radio, and broadcast from one of the nicer
restaurants in town is a West Michigan tradition. Vic's carries the
Spring Lake, MI football team. In fall of 2005, I watched in awe as a
troop of young men in poplin button-up shirts and ties marched into
Woodfires in Dowagiac for a similar program,
http://www.woodfiredining.com/. Difference is, it looked as if
Woodfires was blowing the whole football team to a meal and I didn't
see any hungry young men at Porto Bellos. The shoulder season is a funny name for a season. It makes the 100
days of summer the head season, if you care to extend the metaphor.
The counter top at Odd Side Ales isn't impossible to reach and stools
await. The rack rate at local resorts drop. Bartenders get to know who
is going to be a local for the fall and winter. Restaurants that
promised to open in the spring and then in the summer are now looked
at with interest, and worry.
No comments:
Post a Comment