I never used to be one for tearjerkers. But maybe I’ve gotten sentimental in my dotage. You probably remember “Somewhere in Time,” the romance with Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. As a writer, yep, I succumb to the set-up; much of my life is about literary time-travel, writing myself back into places of grandeur, elegance and romance.
That’s why I grow sentimental, thinking about “Somewhere in Time,” set among the tall colonnades of the Grand Hotel on Mackinaw Island. I think about a slower age, where horse-drawn carriages would clip-clop down cobblestone lanes, delivering the mail, the fresh milk, and the fudge up to Victorian doorsteps; where car exhaust is banned; and where we might be at ease, and in love, on an island in the Great Lakes.
The Great Lakes: A Voyage through North America’s Magnificent Inland Seas, coming to you this summer aboard the 100-guest, all-suite Clelia II – reviving the romance of American history.
