I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to my mailbox going back to being filled with bills…instead of bills and all those damn election materials.  It’ll be nice when election season is over, and we can get past the interviews with politicians who can’t seem to simply answer a question.

I realize all this back-and-forth is part of the process, but with the new hyper-connected real-time world we live in, this ‘process’ is becoming a dizzying amount of rhetoric, lies, half-truths and crazy amounts of money being wasted on advertising.  Wouldn’t it be great if those big ass advertising spends went to a charity instead?  All that money raised…and much of it goes right to TV advertising.  Right out the window.  I’m sure there are shelters and food banks who would love even a fraction of the money being spent.

But I digress…

So when a  sun-filled northern Michigan fall football Saturday came around, with the opportunity to spend part of the day on the water sailing, it seemed like the perfect time for some election-season escapism.

Mother Nature decided not to give us any winds, but that wasn’t going to keep us off the water.  Instead, we dropped anchor and enjoyed a couple hours ‘on the hook’…relaxing, telling dumb stories, laughing, and appreciating the crystal clear waters of West Grand Traverse Bay and the surrounding canvas of autumn trees.

Yes, we are very fortunate to live so close to the water with ability to go for a sail or just enjoy time on the hook.  But whether you live in a waterfront town or in the middle of nowhere…there’s always an opportunity to ‘turn it all off’ and escape for awhile.  Research shows that it’s healthy.  And by ‘research’ I mean that I’m pretty sure based on my own opinions.  And by ‘healthy’, I mean it’s gotta be good for you in some way.

As I’m writing this, I’m listening to Swim Skinny sing “On the Hook”:

“I’m on the hook, My anchors down
There are blue skies all around
I’m on the hook, My sails are bound
I ain’t lost and I ain’t found
And when the sun comes out tomorrow, It’ll be a brand new day
And if lord comes to take me, I’ll just look at him and say
I’m on the hook”




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