Thumbs Up, Michigan! And Whadda YOO Lookin' At?

Upstate New York exists to make Michigan feel better about its status as the Texas of the North. Sure, we wolverines gave America its mad bombers, Nixon's pardon, the Amway-Blackwater dynasty, breeding enclaves for Calvinists the Netherlands didn't want, and city planning worthy of a post apocalyptic zombie film, but at least we don't shop at Forever Leather in Utica.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

In Arizona the "freaks" put up fish in their yellowpage ads, on their signboards, on the door of their restuarant...
I see it as a warning and stay away.
Sigh, Dee Ann (don't preach to me when I've only come in for a pair of jeans!)

Michael Fountain: Blood for Ink said...

There was a "Christian Auto Sales" here for a couple of years, but they didn't last. No one was sure if the name meant they sold only to Christians, or only sold Christian cars that had achieved sentience and been brought to Christ by a pink '57 Cadillac wearing Illinois plates, or... If they'd sold cars for a tithe above invoice, they might have done some business.

Jef said...

Oh... my... god... what an ass-face. He actually reminds me our finemayor, Mr. Daly, though.

Michael Fountain: Blood for Ink said...

Oh, I donno, I kinda like Richie, if only for the green roof-tops program, but then I don't have to live with him.
We're governed by a city council (Don Cooney's my guy), the one with the most votes becoming mayor; not as corrupt, maybe, but not much poetry and less humor:

"As we looked out over Lake Michigan, he [Abner Mikva] told me a story that has often been repeated by others to capture the essence of politics in the city. “When I first came to Chicago, Adlai Stevenson and Paul Douglas were running for governor and senator,” he said. “I had heard about the closed Party, closed machine, but they sounded like such great candidates, so I stopped in to volunteer in the Eighth Ward Regular Democratic headquarters. I said, ‘I’m here for Douglas and Stevenson.’ The ward boss came in and pulled the cigar out of his mouth and said, ‘Who sent you?’ And I said, ‘Nobody sent me.’ He put the cigar back in his mouth and said, ‘We don’t want nobody nobody sent.’”
"Making It: How Chicago shaped Obama" by Ryan Lizza