By Mardi Link from The Record Eagle
Because of my surname, Bigfoot and I are repeatedly asked the same question: “Are you the missing link?”
I never know quite how to answer, except to say the only time I ever went missing was the summer before fifth grade, after reading, "My Side of the Mountain," the kid’s story about a city boy who runs away to the woods, lives in a hollow tree, makes pancakes out of acorns, and befriends an injured hawk. That is still one of my favorite books, even though I only lasted two days.
For those with a cable hook-up, there is “Bigfoot Bounty,” “Mountain Monsters,” “Mantracker,” and “Finding Bigfoot” available for your viewing pleasure. I am here to tell you, I’ve watched them all.
I am Mardi and I am a Bigfoot Believer.
I’m telling you this now, because here in Michigan spring is the time to be on the lookout for the great ape. And I certainly wouldn’t want you to miss an opportunity for a sighting.
Don’t be like the 52-year-old guy from Midland...