It rained pretty much all day yesterday and this morning we awoke to fog, but this afternoon the sun came out. There was no wind, so I could not stop moving while walking the beach. 🦟 Consequently, I was the first one down the beach and then back again. We saw the eagle when we stopped to talk with Judd. Anne got engaged in conversation, while I tried to get closer to the bird. Eventually, I got too close for the eagle’s comfort, and it took off. It eventually passed over the gulls pictured in the background and flushed them too. There were seiches everywhere.
Returning to the cabin, I soon spied the fawn looking in through the windows. No sign of mama today, but she and the youngster have toured our cabin before. I am rather pleased with the pic.
When the going gets tough, the tough do laundry. We have to do something, because it’s not a beach day. Last night, I wanted to watch the Knicks game, but only the part where the orange dumpling got booed. We missed that part and ended up watching another New York story, the Disney movie Miracle. I got my happy ending, cried, and all the red hat baddies went to the gulag. USA! After last night’s NYC basketball extravaganza, I found the following online:
You are only a real New Yorker if you grew up in the city sewers with your Italian-named brothers and were raised by a mutant Japanese rat and martial arts trained.
I messaged this to Dan, our Real New Yorker, who responded, “There’s so much ‘What makes you a Real New Yorker’ discourse because of that J Lo interview.” He followed it up with, my favorite version is still: “You have to find a spot, a bar, a restaurant, a café. Fall in love with that spot. Then it needs to close, you’re heartbroken and sad. A new place opens in the same location. At first, you’re upset about it. It just reminds you of the place you lost. Begrudgingly you decide to try it, eventually find you kinda like it. Finally, you love it. It becomes your new spot. And then it closes. And that is when you’re a real New Yorker.”
I later found the J Lo interview, part of Kareem Rahma’s Subway Takes series, where J Lo contends that you have to be born in NYC to be a Real New Yorker. Rahma even argues that much like Dan has that he was told that if you live in the city for ten years then you can call yourself a Real New Yorker, but J Lo was adamant. What does Native New Yorker Britt think?
I was returning from the grocery store today, when on 6 Mile I ran into an Amish traffic jam. I encountered not one, not two, but three buggies that had all converged simultaneously near their farmer’s market along 6 Mile. The buggy pictured had been heading westbound, as had I. I saw it first and slowed. Another buggy was eastbound and the third turned right out of the market’s driveway. I had to wait for the other two horsedrawn wagons to pass and then wait further for this one to turn left into the market’s parking lot.
The Amish along with the Ojibway are two minority communities that have flourished as of late in Chippawa County, while the majority white populace has languished. Chippawa County has one of the lowest average income levels in the State of Michigan. That being said, both minority communities are somewhat insular.
