Labor Day

9/5/16 Email from Frank Sisson over the holiday weekend

 

He told me about the fond memories he has of the changing of the seasons in Traverse City, especially on the day after Labor Day, when the tourists leave and the town I our own again. He misses us and thinks of us often and offers this little poem.

 

The tourists have all begun to scatter.

Where they go, it doesn’t matter.

 

North, South, East, and West

They leave and our town is at its best.

It’s just ten months to Cherry Fest.

 

Not to worry, they’ll be back

An invasion as big as the D-Day attack.

 

Air dogs, corn dogs, and A Three Dog Night

And Gibby’s Fries – what a beautiful sight!

I wouldn’t leave mine without a fight.

 

So, who’s behind this great endeavor?

Well, it used to be our man Trevor.

 

But he’s moved on to bigger things.

Now, it’s the whole city whose praises he sings.

Bringin’ them tourists on wheels, water, and wings.

 

In promoting the area, there is just no match

For our man Trevor – Yes, Trevor Tkach.

 

So, now it’s quiet in Traverse City,

And this is the end of my little ditty.

 

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