Glenn, MI
June 12, 2020
Our schizophrenic lake had shown only one personality. For three days, it was calm, quiet, and serene, like a strait-laced, buttoned-up librarian on a Sunday in Mayfield. Barely a ripple ruffled its smooth surface. The sky was clear and the air was still.
Tuesday night, the library closed and the fleet pulled into port. Books went …
