s my car crept into Wanakena through the falling snow, I felt a pull from the glowing blue lights marking a wooden footbridge. Getting out of my car, I heard live music in the park, saw hand-painted signs around the post-office/general store known as Otto’s Abode, and met a kind man with a bit of michigan sauce in his beard, who offered me a free hot dog right off the grill. Though I was hungry and thankful, the dog would have to wait. First, I had
