


The private lake was a wonderful peaceful refuge, but it was teeming with life. Ducks and cranes and turtles, and we even saw one beaver swim by. Saw more evidence of beavers from trees knawed down, and a fair sized beaver dam.
My name is Michael Penn Smith, but lots of folks know me as Pennsmith. Evidently Michael was a VERY popular name in '49, and lots of my fellow boomers are mikesmiths, so I've always used the Penn in there to help identify. My notion for this blog is to explore my interests, and do some thinking out loud, and maybe figure out what I'll do when I grow up.