The pier at Grand Haven would likely qualify as an iconic image of my childhood. I couldn't begin to count the number of summer hours spent on this shore, and a few winter hours for good measure. It's one of the many facets of my home state that I haven't found a comparable match for in or near Chicago. I'm not sure if it's because they don't exist or I haven't searched hard enough (maybe far enough?). All I know is that those Pure Michigan tourism commercials narrated by Tim Allen are capable of stopping me in my tracks, inciting a slight sense of melancholy and a strong urge to jump in my car. As much as I love my international jaunts, my current state of unemployment has me thinking about spending a little quality time with my Michigan this summer.
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