I Wish Country Songs Were Still Sad
Music changes, and change is good.
Nick Meekhof (’15) graduated with a major in writing and a minor in geography. A farmer for the first twenty-three years of his life, Nick currently works for the Michigan Department of Agriculture. When he’s not traversing the state conducting orchard inspections, he can be found exploring the rivers, forests, and small towns all throughout the Great Lakes State. His current goals include kayaking one hundred Michigan rivers, swimming in Lake Michigan during every month of the year, and visiting as many Michigan breweries as possible.
by Nick Meekhof | Jan 26, 2019
Music changes, and change is good.
by Nick Meekhof | Dec 26, 2018
It wasn’t stated aloud, but the message between the lines was this: You’re the last Meekhof.
by Nick Meekhof | Nov 26, 2018
I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?
by Nick Meekhof | Oct 26, 2018
That’s one thing that sucks about winter camping. There’s nothing to do after it gets dark, except drink beer and stare at the fire.
by Nick Meekhof | Sep 26, 2018
I understand those who feel that respect must be earned in order to be given, but that stance won’t end any Cold Wars.
by Nick Meekhof | Aug 26, 2018
Maybe when I have bigger problems I’ll consider switching my primary care physician to someone with a background in medicine.
by Nick Meekhof | Jul 26, 2018
Like a tube of toothpaste gettin’ squeezed out,
The rest of that dishwasher slowly eased out
by Nick Meekhof | Jun 26, 2018
With strength in numbers, Cadets was wildly successful at my church. And then there was our paltry GEMS organization.
by Nick Meekhof | May 26, 2018
I promptly forgot my Apple ID and password the day I got my first smartphone, and so I haven’t gotten a new app in about 4 years.
by Nick Meekhof | Apr 26, 2018
He’s just one guy, he won’t be around forever, and he’ll probably never run into a black person for the rest of his life. No harm, no foul, right?
by Nick Meekhof | Mar 26, 2018
Getting into the river was a comically tedious process. Everything was covered in a foot of snow, and the banks were mostly iced-over.
by Nick Meekhof | Feb 26, 2018
I did something I’d never done before: I started screaming for help.
by Nick Meekhof | Dec 26, 2017
It was classy enough to rise above the dive bar ranks, but not so swanky that you couldn’t waltz in there with sweatpants and flip-flops.
by Nick Meekhof | Nov 26, 2017
This is also the first time I ever took ibuprofen.
by Nick Meekhof | Oct 26, 2017
In my imagination, heaven was an infinite, celestial hay maze.
by Nick Meekhof | Sep 26, 2017
During the hour it took to fill in the shapes of Michigan, Huron, Superior, Erie, and Ontario, I learned a lot about tattoos. Apparently, no design is off-limits, so long as you can find an artist willing to draw it.
by Nick Meekhof | Aug 26, 2017
In the middle of a freezing rain, we reached Dick’s Dome, a geodesic dome built to sleep four persons. There were eighteen people there.
by Nick Meekhof | Jul 26, 2017
The Pine required constant vigilance and dexterity; every second taken to observe bald eagles or apply sunscreen came with a price: frantic paddling and overcorrection.
by Nick Meekhof | Jun 26, 2017
After one too many flings into the pond, rainy nights left outside, and one malicious dirt-biking incident involving my older cousin Adam, Dort looked like your typical horror movie puppet.
by Nick Meekhof | May 26, 2017
This is where I ultimately decide I could not be Amish; I simply love travel and experiences too much.
by Nick Meekhof | Apr 26, 2017
“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.
by Nick Meekhof | Mar 26, 2017
The timeline suggests Potterville is overdue for another disaster. The Potterville Curse is alive and well.
by Nick Meekhof | Feb 26, 2017
On Thursday, February 16, production came to a grinding halt at the greenhouse because most of my coworkers took a personal day for the nationwide protest, “A Day Without Immigrants.”
by Nick Meekhof | Jan 26, 2017
Étienne Brûlé sat down for his quarterly review in a loincloth and moccasins, chuckling to himself in Algonquin about the foolishness of imperialism.
by Nick Meekhof | Nov 26, 2016
Hey girl, you wanna climb the power line towers to watch the sunset over the peach orchard? Hop on my four-wheeler and I’ll show you the back forty.
by Nick Meekhof | Oct 26, 2016
I believe that God sees enough glimmers of faith and goodwill in our everyday conduct to keep Him convicted of our worth.
by Nick Meekhof | Sep 26, 2016
I still see Betelgeuse on camping trips with friends and family, and I still think of it as mine.
by Nick Meekhof | Aug 26, 2016
“Guys, I’m pretty hammered right now. Who’s feeling Arby’s?” said no one ever.
by Nick Meekhof | Jun 26, 2016
By the end of the night, the musician had burned himself out, Ed was snoozing on a table in the back, and a thirteen-year-old girl who’d somehow snuck in was able to snag a selfie with “the Michigan Boys.”