There is an old joke here in Michigan, It’s about a man who dies and while he is weighting outside the Pearly Gates he sees two of Satin’s helpers throwing souls into Hell. Beside them is a pile of souls and every so often they throw another on the pile. When the man asks whets going on he is told that those souls are from Michigan and they are to wet and cold to burn.
It would seem that this summer that is not a joke. For the last few weeks we have either had rain or below normal temperature. They are saying we well have some sunshine soon, but it’s only going to get in the low seventies. It is playing havoc with the tourist industry, and the farmers are having a hard time of it. Its to wet to get in hay and to cool for the corn to grow, and who wants to go up north to the lake when it’s cold and raining.
Oh well its like they say we only have two seasons here winter and road repair. I guess we might as well make the best of what we have. So for now that’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it.