Trumpers are insane. We had a drunk one threaten us, saying he was “coming for us”, because he thought we had touched one of his precious stupid Maga signs. We hadn’t. He doesn’t even live that close to us, so why we were targeted, no idea. We don’t even know him. But one call to the State Police and one stern trespass notice to him later, it’s been quiet. But that miserable ahole has upset my sense of safety. I hate Maga.
There really is. It was a long time ago that I was there, but it’s in an old building on a corner. The walls are covered in celebrity photos and signed hot dog buns. Fun! You can sometimes find their pickles in grocery stores. Tony Packo’s Pickles and Peppers – spicy, sour, pickly goodness.
I grew up in Downriver Detroit. Many a Halloween with my costume over a snowsuit. My daughter went to school in the U.P. and would tell me of walking to class with wet hair that had frozen by the time she got inside.
It’s warm here (relatively) in Northern Michigan. It’s creepy and unsettling. I hate it.