If you live in Michigan, chances are quite good that you've got serious psychological problems. That applies of course to yours truly. The number one reason people claim to enjoy living in Michigan is because they like the seasons. Right. We've got the rainy season, when it doesn't actually rain but drizzles for three months. Then we have the snow season, which lasts from December 15 to January 15, then we have the arctic season, followed by the mosquito season. Nestled right in the middle of these seasons is the one, and only, worthwhile season in Michigan.
Summer. Summer in Michigan has the dangerous and intoxicating effect of making residents forget about all the reasons not to live in this state. For practical purposes, this season lasts only from about June 15 until August 15. Tonight, though, is definitely a summer night. It is about eighty degrees, actively breezy, dry, and clear. I'm sitting on the back porch in the dark, and I cannot for the life of me believe that there could possibly be any other worthwhile place on Earth.