Well, without the burdens of forgotten and ignored resolutions, Life is easier and more enjoyable. Gatherings together with various units of family, groups from our Masonic Lodge and Experimental Aircraft Association (EAA), we have our social needs and duties completed and fufilled. Additionally, we go to a weekly supper club at a sumptuous (read "expensive") inn, Riverlake Inn.
Riverlake Inn is in Colon, Michigan. Colon is very close to the southern border of the state, lying close to ?indiana. Colon is the "Magic Capitol of the World". I've heard that in the 30s, the magician Blackstone bought a home there. Slowly, other folks involved in magic followed. As their numbers accumulated, they drew in even more. Until ome day, they proclaimed it as the world's Magic Capitol. That's them, and we are us.
We deeply enjoy our groups. Collectively, they provide friends and companions who are stimulating, interesting, entertaining, and fulfilling. We make it a practice to have no more than one acquaintance at a time who is sane. They're a sad breed, sane ones, afflicted with being too predictable and boring. Our friends are spikey - breaking out in humor, jokes, tricks, deep philosophy, rich experiences, advice both sound and misleading, offers of help, and the strong support of a trusted buddy.
We trudge along. Life goes on, and we're an active part of it. Thank you, God.
Riverlake Inn is in Colon, Michigan. Colon is very close to the southern border of the state, lying close to ?indiana. Colon is the "Magic Capitol of the World". I've heard that in the 30s, the magician Blackstone bought a home there. Slowly, other folks involved in magic followed. As their numbers accumulated, they drew in even more. Until ome day, they proclaimed it as the world's Magic Capitol. That's them, and we are us.
We deeply enjoy our groups. Collectively, they provide friends and companions who are stimulating, interesting, entertaining, and fulfilling. We make it a practice to have no more than one acquaintance at a time who is sane. They're a sad breed, sane ones, afflicted with being too predictable and boring. Our friends are spikey - breaking out in humor, jokes, tricks, deep philosophy, rich experiences, advice both sound and misleading, offers of help, and the strong support of a trusted buddy.
We trudge along. Life goes on, and we're an active part of it. Thank you, God.