Still I often think of going back

I.

Need.

Vacation.




I need Stocking Drive, and Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes, and strange yet oddly endearing musical child prodigies dressed in navy blue courduroy.

I need a big juicy burger from Art's Tavern. I need to buy the new Harry Potter from the adorable independent bookstore on Front Street. I need beaches and local two-week-old gossip in the Interlochen Public Library that has nothing whatsoever to do with Karl Rove and what he did or didn't say.

Thursday night... I can make it to Thursday night.