G.R.U.B.

My fondest memories of  growing up in Michigan include skating out onto Lake St. Clair to where the trees looked real small and then holding our coats open to let the wind blow me and my dad and my brothers back to shore. Skating on the canals on Belle Isle and to this day still amazed at the huge goldfish froze solid in the clear ice under us. Getting "turned around" (not lost) for ten hours near Lewiston and pretending I planned it that way. Meeting Gordie Howe in person.  And knowing some guys who hunt and fish with a passion because that's who they are and they like my music. That's pretty cool. And this GRUBS website is pretty cool, too.