Blue Harbor Resort Memoirs

I remain in the ugly arms of winter's monotany. It slowly depletes you this time of year. My energy remains at annual lows. The only good news so far is that several area K-Marts are still alive, indicating that even entities with the lowest of energy levels are still able to survive. Nonetheless, in an attempt to increase my health, and to ultimately break the gloomy terror, I made the only logical choice: travel to Sheboygan Wisconsin, home to Wigman socks, Kohler water fixtures and also a giant coal plant! This coal plant is major, and lies on lake Michigan. As an added bonus, a small parcel of land and lake is available near the plant for your pet to romp in the warmth of the cooling pool.

Now, since I haven't left the grime of the city since Christmas, I was sure that this trip would be a spiritual journey. It had all of the proper indicators of this initially: The song, "Dreamscape," by Rush playing as I got on the highway and a beef sandwich at Arby's later in the day. Spirituality can be simple you condescending assholes, so get off it.

Now, anyway, Sheboygan is actually a nice place, but it's also what you'd expect. I have some friends up there, from Madison, that gave me the following analysis: a good place for white, married, Christian men with children. Familiar to me.

So, there you have it - the reason why I should be a saleman.