Plymouth in the movies

The movie “Trust” is being shot in Plymouth while I write this.   Hmmm… all those big trucks parked on Church Street, that must be where they are filming.


But no one is outside, so they must be filming in one of the houses, but which one?   It would take great deductive reasoning to figure that out.

porto pot

Well, there is this house with the curtains drawn and the porta-potty in the front yard.


Not to mention all the cables .   You think maybe?   Alas, no glimpses of David Schwimmer or Clive Owen.

The Old Village Halloween Party!

The Old Village Halloween Party was Sunday, and there were lots of costumed little people, this is just a sampling.

pink princess

There were pink princesses,

gold princess

gold princesses,

flower head

flower princesses,

dragon princess

and my favorite, a princess that decided to forgo the prince and befriend the dragon.

pirate two

There were pirates


and heroes


Of all kinds.


There were little bears,

brown bear

wonderful little bears,

butterfly baby

a very little butterfly,


and a very new pirate.

bull dog

Sitting Bull Dog won the pet costume contest…


but this guy should have, the owner assured me it was really a beagle!

Where I stood..

In front of my beer at the neighborhood block party “rally in the alley”.   Notice the bottle opener tied into my shoe laces?   I don’t want to lose that.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Happy Halloween

Our strange friends, Todd and Deb, came for a visit from Traverse City.   They brought along their two children, Ben and Chris.

Todd and Deb believe the family that trick-or-treats together stays together.   We pretended we didn’t know them.

We did see some great jack-o-lanterns on our walk.

Christopher doing the full skeleton, very scary.

After the trick-or-treating, Mark and I headed to Jim’s house to check out his graveyard.   It is very scary.

Yes, that head is dripping blood, and the cauldron is bubbling.

Jim, showing off his alien-in-a-box.

The scarecrow that guards the graveyard.

Unfortunate soul.

Another unfortunate soul.

Waking up from death, having a bad skin day.

Some jerk, oh wait, Scott as the Jerk.

The beautiful Karen, who has Mother Nature down!   Beautiful flowers, butterflies, and woodland creatures abound!

The Mad Scientists played by Beaker and Bunsen Honeydew.

Just as I am thinking Jim is completely insane when it comes to Halloween, he takes us to a neighbor’s house.   This display went on forever.

Even the house was wrapped in bricks and skulls.   Very scary.

Mark and I, celebrating our anniversary by attending another lovely couple’s wedding.


We had a Halloween block party Sunday, here’s what you missed if you weren’t there.

Many small monsters of all types.

Everyone won the costume contest!

Minnie Mouse sold raffle tickets.


and lots,

of scary decorations.

Free music!

Excellent cupcakes.   (I’m talking about the food, here, don’t get any ideas.)

Is Christy wearing a costume, or is she just dressed up?

The train was popular.

All aboard!

The scary skateboarders demonstrated some moves.

Four of the hard working folks that put this shindig on.   Lets give them a hand!

Lets give them a couple of hands!

A small rant against Plymouth

I do love this town, honest I do. But like every municipality, too many things are decided by committees consisting of people who have apparently stopped thinking. One of those things in Plymouth is the time of day the holiday parades begin. They begin at 7:30. In the morning. No, I am not making that up. And no, it’s not any longer than most small town parades, it will be over by the time you wake up on your extra day to sleep in this week. To the best of my understanding, it started many years ago when it looked like we might be on Good Morning America if we had a very early parade. Despite that not happening, we still continue to have the procession at an ungodly hour. I can just imagine the conversation after that first early morning parade. “Gee, that went sooo smooth. Closing the streets was easy, the people didn’t crowd around so badly, there wasn’t near as much garbage, having a parade at 7:30 is ideal! Hardly anyone shows up!” I suspect all the people who do line the streets have a family member marching down Main street, and probably many of them have a cup of coffee and their jammies still on. I wonder if the powers that be wouldn’t rather have the festivities at two or three in the morning, and make sure the parade isn’t hampered by any pesky onlookers. Celebrations go easily and quietly when there’s no one there to celebrate. Brilliant.