Life in the Great Northwoods
Man I love the Great Northwoods. The lakes, the loons, the landlocked salmon. There is a sense of freedom here – far from the madding crowd. The usual rules don’t apply. Life feels bigger. At the diner, an order of French toast is 4 buttered slices with pitcher of real maple syrup, and a mountain of local hickory smoked bacon. Coffee is an endless cup on the house. Up by the cash register, there is a stack of homemade pies crowned with whipped cream, and a tray filled with glazed donuts. Just in case you are still famished. 
Now if all that good food has you as big as a moose, don’t sweat it. A store down the road has you covered. Shirts to 5XL, even for toddlers.
