From prior to first light to the meridiem – yes, that means noon – the activities around Leelanau are as varied as the people who call it home:

Littler said he didn't shank it; rather he called it a soft pop-up, but us old hard-core shankers weren't so generous .

He starts mouthing off a bit, then Priz says, “Pipe down while we′re trying to eat,” and then Dogga looks up and puts in, “I′ve had a gutful of ye.” ‘So then Barrowclough, the uraguhne, says, “Well, I′ve had a gutful of ye,” and adds, “I′ll break yer bleedin′ kneck.”

I had high hopes when I moved to Spyglass, but simpering gossip on celebrity parties seems to be the closest I've gotten so far to Dad's vocation.