A unique place.
The first time I saw icebergs was on the lake between Escanaba and Manistique. It was June 10.
Once I was trying to see how fast the company car would go. I was going 105 when a cop stopped me. He asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a salesman. He let me go, saying, “Oh. Salesmen are pretty good drivers.”
We used to say weather forecasting was easy. Just stand by the guard shack across the river from the Escanaba Paper Mill. If you can’t see the mill, it’s snowing. If you can see it, it’s gonna snow.
