This post has been transferred from my original blog. So, I'm a Yooper. When I was still there, I didn't realize what a sense of pride I carried in that title. Now, unless you can point to your hometown on your hand, you probably have no clue as to what I'm speaking of. I'm talking about God's Country, Lumberjack Land, the Great North. The Upper Peninsula of Michigan-- a forgotten and secluded wonder-- a place that most people in the rest of the country don't even know exists. We have {a hodgepodge accent} our own language; {a balanced meal consists of beer, pasties, and fudge} our own delicacies; {wear red long johns and shoot muskets off the back porch} our own culture. I dropped part of my heart last time I was home and think I'm fine letting the U.P. keep it.Comments are closed.
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