That’s from an old john Prine song, the title.
Father forgive us for what we must do
you forgive us and we’ll forgive you
we’ll forgive each other til we both turn blue
and go whistle and fishin’ in heaven.
I’m asking forgiveness because I’m using a laptop I picked up some time ago because … it was on sale? Yeah, let’s go with that. Not only do I have windows 8.1 related problems but there seems to be nothing to write with on this fucking thing.
I’m in Sault Ste. Marie, I think I can see Canadians out the window. Scratch that, I’m positive I see Canadians out the window, I think I can also see Canada too. My sense of direction is a bit off. There’s construction everywhere so even if my
37 years plus memory was spot on … shit, if my memories from 37 plus years ago weren’t hazy (I might have been stoned from 41 years ago to present, wait, no, until lets say 30 years or so … ) and the town had been preserved in aspic (gross, amber would probably be better) I’d still be a bit lost.
I’m in a resort hotel that probably didn’t exist in the last millennium. Yeah, I’d like to think the UP could bring tourists for just being the UP, but no, it’s a casino. I was in my room for three minutes when the lady next door asked me, hand to god, “Help, my husband has fallen and he can’t get up”. My presence brings down the average age of the guests to mid seventies or low eighties. I’m sure the slots machines have caused more than one stroke.
I really don’t have much to say. The real meat of this trip happens tomorrow and I’m not bringing electronics with me, maybe a phone to try and take a picture, though, honestly, there are probably better ones online; google Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. I’m going to spend as much time there as possible over the next few days. It’s a way of centering myself. There isn’t a better way of saying that. If the skeeters don’t carry me off it should work.
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