Ms. Piggy gets home
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Joe and his girlfriend Krista were in Green Bay running errands. They picked me up at the Days Inn before noon and we headed north. Skies finally cleared and the sun came out as we crossed the Menominee River into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The U.P. is one of the more remote parts of the United States laying between northern shores of Lakes Michigan and Huron and Lake Superior which separates it from Canada. Laid-back small towns and endless forests with abundant wildlife are its allure but winters are long and cold. As we cruised M-35 along the lake, most trees had already blossomed green and it looked and felt like summer; my first natural warmth since leaving Vietnam last Saturday. Joe suggested that we get a photo of Ms. Piggy on her final home stretch so we stopped at a marker sign in Escanaba.
It was around 2:00 p.m. when we rolled into Gladstone; too early to hit the bars so I had them drop me off at Sue and Tim's, friends in town. I could hang out there until getting to my own place out in the country in the coming days. Early evening, I brought Ms. Piggy home to JC's Bar where it all began last September. Despite being dirty, scarred, and worn from the eight-month trip half way around the world, she seemed to have a sparkle in her eye as she resumed her spot on a shelf behind the bar with dozens of her piglet friends decorating the place. Somewhere in the bamboo forests, coconut groves, mangroves, or rice paddies of the Vietnam countryside, Ms. Piggy lost an ear but reckoned it was much better than freezing her ass off in a U.P. winter.