David and I had a glorious day on Mackinac Island. We biked (>) around the island in about an hour (the quoted estimate is 1:48 - which we obviously smoked). While nothing beats a vodka gimlet on the porch of the Grand Hotel (^), we opted for cones in preparation for our ride back to Long Lake (don't worry, in typical DINK style, we consumed real bevs with a nice outside lunch). And so, the love affair with Michigan continues.On another note - in case a '48 hrs' is my future, 'Ritchie the lawn boy' was back at the house tinkering with the mower for a good 1/2 hr. Of course, he was as sweet as could be - but all I could think about was "Funny Games." David wished he would have come in and asked for eggs. (Should this really turn into a 48hrs/Dateline - he had light blue eyes, a space between his front teeth, blond hair, about 5'10 and 165 lbs. I really am this neurotic.)
