I am a Michigander, born and raised.
And as such, we have a memory of a great many things; we can remember where we were when the Tigers won their last World Series, we can remember what we were doing when we heard that Jimmy Hoffa had disappeared; and we remember the storms.
November 10, 1975. The day started beautifully, and ended like Hell had come to Breakfast.
When the weather turns like it did today, I think of this song, and it's haunting chords.....
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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