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When I was a teenager growing up in Michigan, I utilized the ski slopes of Boyne Highlands, and of another resort, Boyne Mountain, and of another, Hidden Valley outside Gaylord.One winter break, before my parents bought a cabin in the woods west of Gaylord, my brother and I, along with various friends, traveled north from our Detroit-area homes to partake of some of those slopes -- at the Boyne Mountain resort, as I recall.It occurred in January 1965 -- and I specifically know the date of January 24.My family was at one of the resorts -- I believe Boyne Highlands, a memory reinforced when I saw the story about the recent fire there, and a picture of its ski lodge. but more to the point there was a girl present with me.The magic continued the next year -- the Beatles had released “Revolver” -- but in a different venue, for the need to rent rooms ended, my parents having bought the cabin near Gaylord in mid-1966.Before long my brother and I, along with our skiing buddies, were using that as an occasional base of operations. It was a small place (before we enlarged it) -- kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and a small bathroom with a metallic shower so small that if you moved your arms inside it, your elbows would meet metal and produce a clanging sound.But it did, and so we did what we could: exchanged addresses before adjourning.I ultimately wrote her, but never heard back, and never saw her again.
The ski trip was memorable, and fun, and almost magical, for that’s how the Beatles affected my generation.
Once the nominations are in, discussions will follow among committee members and with school administrators as we head toward the 12th annual awards ceremony in early June at the Watkins Glen State Park pavilion. And in that sliver of my past, in those few formative, emotionally roiled years, certain events or days stand out: my two weddings, certainly; and the birth of my first son (the other two came slightly later), and my work as a journalist both in college and soon thereafter, in Watertown, New York. Let me explain: ****** I spotted a news item the other night while surfing the Internet: the lodge at Boyne Highlands, a ski resort in northern Michigan’s Harbor Springs, had caught fire.
But above all, the memories come down to high school and college friends, and ski trips, and a cabin in the woods, and a girl whose name I can’t even remember, but who has stayed with me in essence all of these years. A dozen people were injured, and dozens more were evacuated.
27, 2016 -- I was looking over some of my earlier columns recently, and happened upon one from almost six years ago, on Feb.
22, 2011, in which I offered a poem that had been kicking around in my head -- one about the Internet and how it would lead us down the path to perdition.