...because heaven knows we Michiganders have had a couple of rough...decades, you know? Everything from the nation's highest unemployment rate to the invasion of the Asian Carp (Hey! Illinois! Close your damn canals!), it seems like Michigan is the poor, fat, red-headed step-child who's behind the door whenever the Good Lord passes out the goodies.
It's blueberry season.
Yup. Beautiful blueberries, delicious blueberries---super food of all super foods---I'm paying less than $2.00 a pound at the farmer's market.
When Ben Johnson opined: "Doubtless God could make a better fruit than the strawberry---but doubtless God never did", he didn't know about the Michigan blueberry, poor old bloke...