'I'm a Ford Not a Lincoln' -- G. Ford, 1976

Well suprise, suprise. We are in Michigan, on the east side of Lake Michigan, staying at the Lakeshore Bed and Breakfast. It is quiet, beautiful, with big brooding trees looming over us. The real strange thing: this place is a Shrine to Gerald Ford. The room has pictures and statues of the man, the towels are red, white and blue, the Presidential seal is on the napkins, the pillows are embroidered with his signature. It seems the couple that owns this place worked on his failed campaign in 1976. Is this an episode of 'Curb Your Enthusiasm?'

Carla and I came in late last night, we blasted in from the road: rock and roll, sun roof open, windows down, the freedom of a roadtrip. It's like we landed here from another planet. I have my 'Bush Evil Doer' pin on my hat, Carla has her Kerry/Edwards button. We are definitely fish out of water. In my book, Gerald Ford is memorable for only two things: he pardoned Tricky Dick, and he inspired Chevy Chase to frequently trip and fall.

Anyway, very funny, in a strange kind of way.

Sipping coffee this morning, there's a chill in the air, we have a fire going, keeping us warm and toasty. First day of vacation. We plan on taking a walk on the beach, then the long trip up to Mackinaw Island. Is there a bed and breakfast somewhere in this state dedicated to Bill Clinton? I know there the coffee would be stronger, the views would be more spectacular, and the sex would be even better.