BIKE TOWN U.S.A.

This summer Grand Marais has officially changed it's name to Bike Town U.S.A. I don't know if I'm seeing things, but motorcycle fever seems to be running rampant in these parts. Gotta love it.

The latest poop from downtown Grand Marais

This morning Saturday June 26th at 8:37am (during the Grand Marais Lion's Club Pancake Breakfast) there was a seagull stuck on a wire up on the roof of one of the local banks.

Not wasting a precious minute and taking matters into their own hands, as do-gooders usually do, a couple of Lions and one of G.M.F.D.'s finest set forth on ladder to set right natures wrong.

I'm here to tell ya all hell broke loose when the gulls began to cry foul as the two traipsed across the shingles. In unison the seagulls freaked. The more they squawked, the more reinforcements came, and the more reinforcements came, the more white wet silver dollar sized gifts fell from the heavens.

As the surgical like fowl extraction unfolded over the next 20 minutes, on-lookers, police, bank employees, retired teachers, fellow Lions, political figures and a guy on a Harley (see above) began to arrive in force. With this, things began to look, well, not so good for the do-gooders.

After about two and a half minutes of small town drama, name taking and hugs, Grand Marais went back to it's normal beautiful self.

Grand Marais, whether you're a human or a seagull, I can't think of a better place to live.