Two girls came by the house this afternoon. They handed me a box, looked at each other for a second, and ran away. Given the appearance of the girls, I was expecting it to be something gross, maybe in retaliation for yesterday’s post on the nastiness of dog-punching nomadic crusties. I don’t know what I […]
A few days ago, I posted something here on the site about the clandestine shopping cart race that takes place in Ann Arbor every August, at the end of Punk Week. Well, after posting the story, I began hearing from people in Ann Arbor who wanted me to know why they were against the races. […]
One week each year, in August, before the college students return, and while all of the cops are up north at their summer cottages, it’s safe for the punks to return to Ann Arbor. It’s called Punk Week, and it culminates with a big clandestine shopping cart race through downtown. Not wanting to bum any […]
