If you're looking for heaven, it's north of the bridge.
As you all know, I spent a month up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan this summer. Getting there and back required a good, old fashioned, eight hour, Midwest road trip. So, to restart my blogging, I thought we'd play a game of, "You Know You're on a Midwest Road Trip When..." Here we go! You know you're on a Midwest road trip when... The first question is which truck is the best truck for this particular trip. Passengers swap stories about working in the corn fields. At least half of the drive is through construction. You stop to pick up a friend and get stuck at his house for at least half an hour as his father shows off his wood shop... and the gun case he made... and his bows. There is a spirited debate as to which era of country music was the best era of country music. At least one person in the car has been to wedding in a barn... or a restaurant in a barn... or a bar in a barn... basically anything in a barn. You're five hours into...