Mooring Fever

 Once upon a time, I discovered a Michigan lakefront refuge called The Mooring. It cast a spell on me. For the next 50 years I’ve returned, summer after summer. I’ve missed maybe three seasons in all that time. The Mooring has shaped my life.

Now I live at The Mooring, or, specifically, half a block away, for six months out of every year. Mooring Fever is the story of my journey from ponytails to property tax. Welcome to a long-ago world of shingled cottages, heeling sailboats, decades-long friendships, Satisfaction, and sandy flip-flops. (Back then, pre-Monica, we called them thongs.) Welcome to the 60s all over again...and to the 2010s, as I forge a new life on an old and beloved shore.


What really happens when your dream comes true? Some answers to follow.

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