Forgot to mention that when I went golfing up north that I was golfing with frequent reader Dry Dock. Good guy and we had fun. Solid roommate too: no snoring, not a slob, loves coffee, doesn't drink (which means I had a designated driver!).
At the restaurant we went to both nights in Gaylord, Big Buck, a very interesting thing happened. The waitress, Marcie, brought over my beer and Dry Dock's root beer in frosty mugs. Before putting the drinks down on a cocktail napkin, she poured some salt on the napkin. Have you seen this before?? Quizzically I asked her what she was doing and she said it keeps the napkin from sticking to the bottom of the glass. And guess what? It works!!!
Received a call from my mom yesterday who is still up north at their summer home near Traverse City, saying that she was raking the yard and found a morel mushroom! You may remember that last year I had a mess of them growing in my yard. Interestingly too, one of the bartenders at Hopcat in Grand Rapids, upon hearing that I was going up to Gaylord for golf, said that it was "good morel hunting country". Too funny. So I had to relate the story to him of my massive stock of mushrooms last year. We saw bags of dried morels for $60 at the local market near my folks. The stuff is gold!!