Whoever said that there is no parking on the campaign trail was right. My schedule has been ever so full! Fortunately I have met many wonderful people over the last few days, including Bill from Little Feat. Last night, I spent quality time getting a special perspective on Michigan life from Gracie and Bosco. They are particularly concerned about their impending move to the swing state of Ohio. You see, they do not know how to swing. They tried. They climbed up on the swing set and everything, but mostly, it was just an embarrassing experience where they were briefly unable to touch the ground with their little feet. When I am elected, I shall ensure that citizens like Gracie and Bosco not only have quality dog food to eat in their old age but also that they learn the nuances of swinging at a very early age. It is the least this great nation can do!

Friday night, I visited with the CIWIC participants at a lakeside picnic. Here I am seen with my supporters in the background.

It was an evening of great discussions, though these supporters are perhaps too focused on the hermeneutics of things. While I completely support that texts remain as written, I'm not in agreement with the idea that interpretation changes. Interpretative dance should be able to do whatever it wants without any say from the text. I am a supporter of interpretive dance and the text better keep its evil hands to itself.

Today, I had the pleasure of visiting some of the beautiful and special places of Houghton, Michigan. I know that everyone cannot visit this great town, so take a few minutes and explore the Virtual Tour for a treat that can't even be equal by DisneyWorld.

Looking out at the wonderful Portage Lift Bridge (check the bridgecam)—that keen passage from Houghton to the Keweenaw Peninsula, I knew why the Ojibwa language uses the word "Keweenaw" to mean "place where one crosses."

Indeed, if one didn't cross at the bridge, one would need fairies and Will said he's too busy teaching summer school and besides that one would probably use a lot more fuel and nonsense than one would need to just walk across a bridge, not that I'm walking across the bridge given that the Secret Service don't like me doing such things but I can't really be too specific without jeopardizing national security. Besides, I have wings anyway. Why would I have some silly Tinkerbelle lift me up and fly me across when I could do it myself if the Secret Service weren't so worried about keeping me close to the stockpile? But I stray from my purpose...Suffice it to say that Historic Houghton is one special place and do not look in that building next to the docks because the Secret Service said that you really would never find their stockpile of weapons there because they hid them under a tarp so don't even bother trying.