Macrea and his proud mama, Sargie

May 5, 2013 – Sunday morning

44 degrees/sunny/calm

Marquette, Michigan

It’s a lazy Sunday on Lake Superior this morning. I’m up and showered, Sargie is finishing her morning duties, and we’ll soon be heading out to meet Macrea and his special friend, Mel, for breakfast. After that, we’ll do a bit of shopping then head back south.

There's a proud mama!

It’s been a great trip. We left home around 6 AM on Saturday and arrived at the huge dome on the campus of the University of Northern Michigan in plenty of time. The rest of the family soon caught up and we were ready for graduation.

The only dome in the nation constructed entirely from wood

Sargie’s youngest, Macrea, earned a double major in Political Science and Finance. Needless to say, he’s Wells Fargo’s youngest manager of a branch here in Marquette. The young man has worked hard throughout his scholastic career to achieve his goals and he has dreams of paying off any school debt with thoughts of becoming a lawyer in the future. There’s no doubt he’ll achieve his dream… he’s that kind of man.

Cousin Sasha received her Masters degree in Public Administration. Needless to say, it was a red-letter day for the entire Milligan Clan.

A Milligan reception was held at a mini-brewery after. An area was reserved and we spent a few hours socializing, playing horseshoe with bean bags, and munching finger foods and pizza.

Aunt Nancy, Aubrey, and Marley

The party broke up late in the afternoon and everyone either went home or to the hotel. We checked in then went to the mall for an hour of simply walking around and unwinding. It had been a very full day.

We’re to meet Macrea and Mel for brunch in a while, then we’ll shop a bit before heading to Iron Mountain to get Brutus out of the kennels and head over to the VA Hospital to have supper with Mr. Milligan.

Sargie returns to work tomorrow. With nice weather forecast, Brutus and I will return to our walking schedule then concentrate on outside chores, mostly getting the riding mower ready for another season of cutting grass and the garden prepared for planting. It’s that time of year. After all, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…