Returned Sunday from points north, but be forewarned, I’m NOT all the way back. Lake Superior keeps a part of you every time you visit. It’s her way. For 10 days, we connected with things natural, including these two bald eagles perched unassumingly above my wife’s head. We learned that the eagle is thriving and we learned that flat-water paddling on Lake Superior is anything but flat. We met the headwinds, and we beat them.
I learned that sleeping on the ground and going without running water still sucks. But that’s the price you pay to live in the back country of Gichigami. It’s a bargain. Really. Call our outfitter if you’re interested.
Superior is also a place for sunsets. You’ll find a dozen or more of them on my Flickr page. I’ve also included a photo fantasy on my Facebook page, but it’s open only to “friends.” If you’re wondering about that beautiful lady who’s in all those pictures, I can’t really say what she sees in me, either. And I don’t ask.
My post of August 8, the one about my impending divorce from PRSA, caused a minor stir and triggered some solid readership numbers in my absence. Jack O’Dwyer wrote about it, and I got a few contacts from national PRSA leaders. But more than anything, I received emails from folks who understood my frustration — not just with PRSA, but with all professional groups and their seeming inability to serve senior practitioners. It’s an old saw, so I won’t be saying much more about it.
For the next two weeks I’ll be settling into my new offices in Franklin Hall, the shiny new home of Kent State’s School of Journalism & Mass Communication. We’re moving now — about 3 weeks before we really should. I don’t have a desk yet, but, hey, it’s a virtual world. Use something digital. You’ll find me. Just Google “toughsledding.”