Below is a poem from an eleven year old growing up in Boyne City, but could be applied to just about any northern Michigan small town.

Where I'm From
I am from football games,
popcorn and friends.
I am from skiing,
racing past the finish lines
to sliding on the big rail.

I am from Boyne City,
the warm feeling beaches
to the glistening snow freshly
falling.

I am from friends, laughing
to crying.

I am from pain
broken arms and wrists
to family comfort.

I am from home, staying
in on cold days and summer
fun on warm.

I am from the rush of sailing
on Lake Charlevoix.

I am from books,
good ones to okay ones.
I am from the rush of a new
Football game to the sadness
of the last.

I am from grandpa and
Grandmas's house,
tubing to holiday joy.
I am from my English Setter,
puppy face to great pal.

That is where I'm from.

Thanks to my sellers, buyers and those that I'm still searching for.  Straight shooting, upfront relationships and a personal commitment to your goals seems to be working to help me build my business during these tough economic times.

Sincerely,
Brett