At the insistence of my friend, who will remain anonymous, but anyway Roger said I should write about Rives Junction, Michigan. I quickly dismissed the suggestion because Rives Junction is too big, but on second thought it is just right.
Right smack-dab in the middle of town is one of the best meat markets I’ve ever gone to. They make a bean soup that is as good as it is simple. They have a variety of outstanding sausages, but lousy coffee and stale Honey Buns.
There appears to be several substantial, yet small manufacturing companies in Rives Junction. I stopped in to one of them and asked, “What do you manufacture?”
The receptionists gave me a three teeth smile, “Stuff.”
There is also a monastery in Rives Junction. After reading the preceding link I still don’t understand why Rives Junction was selected as a location for a monastery.
Out of curiosity I went to the monastery and asked what they did there? A very nice nun said, “We devote our lives to prayer and make stuff.”
“The place down the road makes stuff too,” I said.
“Yeah, but you don’t get any prayers with their stuff,” the nun said.
“What do you pray for?’ I said.
“Good stuff,” the nun said.
I went back to the first place and said to the three teethed lady, “Do you know they make stuff down at the monastery and offer a prayer with it?”
“It’s a marketing gimmick,” she said.