Our annual visit to northern Michigan again brought to mind that we live adjoining the largest fresh water sea on the planet. The photo shows Lake Michigan viewed from the state’s west coast some miles below a point known as the Sleeping Bear Dunes. Looking at this scene reminded Brigitte of the Baltic, where she spent her summers as a child. You stand at such lookouts without saying much between occasional remarks of wonder. It seemed to us that a sea is a sea, whether salty or sweet, and from a coastline, looking outward, no land in sight anywhere beyond the water, a sea might as well be an ocean.