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This thread is like a broken pencil: pointless.
LeeC:
Redball:
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--- Quote ---Michigan Gothic.
- You ask your friend where he was born. He holds up his hand and points to a spot on his palm. “Oh, you’re from Grand Rapids,” you say. “No,” he replies, “look closer.” You do: there is a tiny house on his palm, with tiny parents waving up at you, asking if you’d like some lemonade. You aren’t thirsty.
- The coney island on the corner is open. You walk inside and order some gyros, then walk out for a cigarette, but find yourself in Flint. You go back inside, into the same coney island, then leave again. Now you’re in Grosse Pointe. It’s all the same coney island. Your gyros are getting cold.
- You’re driving through the Upper Peninsula, and stop for gas. The pump dispenses nothing but unrefined, crude oil. You enter the station, but the attendant only speaks ancient Cornish. A horn blows: the hunt begins.
- You cross 8 Mile and enter the city of Detroit. Your eyebrows are stolen before you travel fifty feet. Then your socks. Then your kidney. Eminem asks you if its pronounced “de-TROIT” or “DEE-troit.” You have no answer, and he hands you a can of Vernors. It tastes like road salt, and regret.
- Faygo. Its everywhere. You go into Meijer. The shelves are lined with Faygo. You go to school, and they serve Faygo for lunch. In the pipes of your house: Faygo. In your veins: Faygo. Moon Mist, if you’re not mistaken.
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Where did this come from? I'd love to quote it for MI friends on Facebook, including my daughter, who grew up 1 1/2 miles north of 8 mile and went to high school about 1/3 of a mile north of it.
Pilchard123:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOlDewpCfZQ
Akima:
--- Quote from: Blue Kitty on 12 Apr 2015, 14:02 ---
--- Quote ---Michigan Gothic.
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The woods around the Saginaw valley town are red and gold and full of men with rifles. All night, freight-trains call out, howling in the dark. The desk-clerk at the Best Western has light blond hair, and empty pale blue eyes. He stares at you all the time. The town is full of people who look like him. They stare too.
Sorflakne:
An idyllic scene, right?
Except that hill isn't natural. It's a debris mound in Germany from WWII. Some of them reach over 200 feet high.
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