I just returned from a weekend journey to Houghton, Michigan, located in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I went for a wedding. This is the second time I've been to Houghton; both times for weddings. The wedding was held in a park with Lake Superior stretched out at the backdrop. I continue to call Lake Superior an ocean, for with waves like it sometimes has and with a horizon which holds no land, it feels like an ocean to me.
On the way to Houghton, heading up on I-75, my girlfriend Sally and I came across a billboard advertising PoopyCredit.Com. "Stinky Credit? Yes?, try poopycredit.com." Filthy Lucre, indeed. What gets me most is the utter infantilism of the word "poopy." Who does this appeal to? And should they be allowed to vote?
While that particular billboard will sadly remain etched in my brain, I have another image from the trip which I shall cherish: a large, reclining fish smoking a pipe. Yep: smoked whitefish.
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