Spent the weekend Up North, which some people believe is a state of mind. In this case, it was Door County, the peninsula between Green Bay and Lake Michigan. On the way, passed a couple walking their dog and three pigs. Drove past Supper Clubs and resorts and housekeeping cottages. Watched hummingbirds. Dug my toes in the cool sand beach on the lake. Was on a road that is said to be equi-distant from the Equator and the North Pole. Went to a fish boil. Whole red potatoes slide into the boiling kettle, followed by whole onions and chunks of whitefish. The whole thing culminates in a "boil over," and a meal of, well, potatoes and onions and fish.