Port Austin.. Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people.… Continue reading
(Johnnie in Germany in 1979.) A letter from Michigan… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost.You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim.You were the prettiest girl I had… Continue reading
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
Loveliest girl in Michigan.. Old soldier drinking alone in Port Austin, Michigan and he knew. He had learn too late. Love is fleeing moments that cannot be caught. He know now. Love can… Continue reading
The day is gone and the dark nights are here.. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
(My dear Jenny in 1991.) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people. Few permanent… Continue reading
