Below is the poem Jack wrote excerpted from an article in Detroit Free Press.


I have driven slow, three miles an hour or so, through Highland Park, Heidelberg, and the Cass Corridor. I've hopped on the Michigan, and transferred to the Woodward, and heard the good word blaring from an a.m. radio. I love the worn-through tracks of trolley trains breaking through their concrete vaults, As I ride the Fort Street or the Baker, just making my way home.

I sneak through an iron gate, and fish rock bass out of the strait, watching the mail boat with its tugboat gait, hauling words I'll never know. The water letter carrier, bringing prose to lonely sailors, treading the big lakes with their trailers, floats in blue green chopping waters, above long-lost sunken failures, awaiting exhumation iron whalers, holding gold we'll never know.

I've slid on Belle Isle, and rowed inside of it for miles. Seeing white deer running alongside While I glide, in a canoe. I've walked down Caniff holding a glass Atlas root beer bottle in my hands And I've entered closets of coney islands early in the morning too. I've taken malt from Stroh's and Sanders, felt the black powder of abandoned embers, And smelled the sawdust from wood cut to rehabilitate the fallen edifice. I've walked to the rhythm of mariachis, down junctions and back alleys, Breathing fresh-baked fumes of culture nurtured of the Latin and the Middle East. I've fallen down on public ice, and skated in my own delight, and slid again on metal crutches into trafficked avenues.

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"Moderate intoxication includes additional abnormalities such as hyperactive bowel sounds,"

It's all nice and shit. I've always felt an affection for Detroit. I wanna go. Which KR couches are available to me in the vicinity?

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Time is the distance that you can't return by miles.

I escaped somehow. Let's go

actualy [sic] I have quite a blessed life if I'm honest. I have many people to love, hate few and have few money problem's [sic].... What more does a person need? Oh yeah and I have some kind of humbleness unlike you of course ^_^ ~ CarefulCarpenter

^ second this, I need a spare couch too.
Nice of Jack to pay homage to his hometown.

I remember Detroit smelling a lot like industry and poop. The poem makes it sound nicer.

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"Moderate intoxication includes additional abnormalities such as hyperactive bowel sounds,"

I want that smell. I want to sense the grit that could get under my fingers, but not to actually get it under my fingers as much.

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Time is the distance that you can't return by miles.

I escaped somehow. Let's go

actualy [sic] I have quite a blessed life if I'm honest. I have many people to love, hate few and have few money problem's [sic].... What more does a person need? Oh yeah and I have some kind of humbleness unlike you of course ^_^ ~ CarefulCarpenter

hg if i go to chicago is a couch there?

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When I awoke, the Dire Wolf
Six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window
All I said was "Come on in".
Grateful Dead

next KR meetup - Detroit.

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dithyrambic does not:
have a husband
have a child
fight over ice cream
care that you dont know who she is.

this would be something i could actually attend. i'm about 2 hours away.

mapquest just told me i am only 7 hours away

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dithyrambic does not:
have a husband
have a child
fight over ice cream
care that you dont know who she is.

Here's a cheap one:
$90
Matching Sofa and Loveseat
Location:

Chicago (Lakeview), IL

Source:

Oodle, 3 Days Ago

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"Moderate intoxication includes additional abnormalities such as hyperactive bowel sounds,"

I loved Detroit.



Fisty fun!

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