Yet another failed mission . . .

I feel that I have failed you, kids, as my top secret government assignment and the lack of sleep have produced a relatively lackluster performance.  The work has taken me well into the shank of the evening since I've been here.  This, combined with the fact that one of my partners in Oregon has disregarded the three-hour time difference and has taken to calling me at 12:30 a.m., is taking a heavy toll on my ability to function.

Finding myself free of work duties by 4:00 today, I set out to try and knock off one of the top two things on my Michigan to-do list; one being to explore the Chicken War in Frankenmuth.

During my research of Michigan, I determined that there was a virtual war going on in Frankenmuth in which two cousins were engaged in perpetual battle to win the The War.  It seems that the little town is home to two Bavarian-themed restaurants owned by the respective cousins, each with their own special recipe for the ultimate in a full-course chicken dinner.  Both restaurants were also said to be well-stocked with German beer and waitresses ensconced in not much more than a tightly-bound bodice.

Hey, it sounded much better than the Tuba Museum in Okemos . . .

Setting out from my hotel, I punched the address into my GPS and headed north on what could only be considered one of the worst roadways in all of Michigan.  Visions of chicken, sugarplums and dirndls danced in my head as I relished the thought of what I might experience in cozy little Frankenmuth, but it was only after driving about twenty miles that I realized that I'd made a slight miscalculation by not having researched the exact location of the town. 

For some reason, I believed that it was a northern suburb of the Detroit metro area.  Not the case, as the complimentary rental agency map would show. 

Frankenmuth turned out to be better than ninety miles away, which was a bit more than I felt like driving for a little yardbird or the local Fraulein population.

And so, this is where I once again have failed you. 

Maybe tomorrow will be better . . .