Taste a little of the summer … Grandma put it all in jars. A line from a song on Up North, a CD I received from a friend in Duluth, Minn. It makes me think not of my grandmother but of my daughter. My wild daughter who claimed, as a teen, that Indianapolis was small, dull and boring. She had plans to go off to New York City or, more likely, Los Angeles. Instead she left for Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where the entire population is perhaps 300,000. New York City, by comparison, has more than Click here to read more