I’d sprain my ankle if it meant getting an up close look at some tea party protesters. President Obama came to Holland, Michigan this week. That’s right, B.O. himself caught wind of the Dutch frenzy that permeates the hamburgers in this town of non-risque nightgowns and large family portraits. Though he was a few days […]

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Thirteen hundred people dressed in traditional Dutch costume have got to be on to something. In Mid-May, Holland, MI hosted its event of the year: Tulip Time. I’m still recovering.  For the uninitiated, Tulip Time is a week-long festival of everything Dutch.  Everyone dons traditional costumes, complete with wooden shoes, and lines the streets while […]

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Come to Holland, MI where you can downhill ski in our urban city! I was called out on my consumption orientation yesterday.  I’ve eaten and enjoyed meat my whole life, but during dinner last night I wasn’t sure and my poker face was no help.  I’m not ready to subscribe to one camp or another.  […]

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Maybe next year Apolo Ohno will shave his soul patch. I hurled my body down an icy chute yesterday in a day of luging that just might have made the entire state of Michigan worth it.   In order to luge, you lay down on two big blades and the flimsy hammock that connects them and […]

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As I walked to my local coffee shop today, I counted. I’m partial to one side of the street in downtown Holland, MI.  I’ve tried the other side, but really, I have no interest in it other than looking in at the seniors eating bagged lunches at the downtown retirement home.  Brown paper lunch bags […]

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