Today, Anne and Bill took us to Barbeau, a small town south of the Soo and home to the Cozy Corners. Which is not to be confused with Brimley’s Cozy Inn, one of our usual haunts. Barbeau translates from French to English as barbel, which are the whisker-like growths around catfish’s mouths. At the Corners, I had their whitefish basket, of course. While dining, we were graced with the second passing of the Kom. Its first passing was in the morning. I was awakened by its foghorn as it sailed down past the cabin. It sounded a lot like the opening chords of the Lovin Spoonful’s Summer in the City, “Hot time, summer in the city…”  I never saw it there, except on Marine Traffic, but I certainly heard it. I heard it again outside Barbeau, as it warned off water fleas and other larger pleasure craft. It sounded like it had had its fill of Michigan recreational boaters. On the way back to the cabin, we found the local crypto mine. It is near the intersection of 9 Mile, no not that one near 8 Mile in Detroit, but the one that crosses Mackinac Trail up here. It was generating Bitcoins and noise, a lot of noise. A private school across the street from the mine is suing them. For noise mitigation purposes, the crypto miners had piled a twenty-foot wall of haybales around their site, but you could still hear it. Afterwards, we visited with Charles and Dashe and collected the cabin’s hooked rugs. Dan is due in late tonight, then his harem arrives. Let the party begin!