I was born, raised and have spent my entire life living in Genesee County, Michigan. My family is from Pennsylvania on my mother’s side and Missouri on my fathers. After high school I was hired into the ‘shops’, working for General Motors. I worked on the line and drove a fork truck before I started… Read More “Please allow me to introduce myself…”
The Durant Hotel stands as one of Flint’s most significant architectural landmarks, representing both the city’s meteoric rise during the automotive boom and its modern-day revitalization.The hotel was born from an urgent need for luxury accommodations as Flint’s population exploded due to the success of General Motors. Named after William “Billy” C. Durant, the founder… Read More Forms Used by the Durant Hotel: Flint, Michigan by The American Hotel Association – Rostie Publishing
Who do I admire?Who do I uphold with reverence?Whose example do I look to?Who can I quote the most?Vonnegut – Great flowing wordsSteinbek – Stores that are rawWalter Ruether – Fair payJoe Hill – Martyr for the peopleMy DadWork EthicCaring for othersMy Dad2026
Voltairine de Cleyre was one of the most versatile and radical thinkers in American history. Often overshadowed by her contemporary Emma Goldman, de Cleyre’s essays are noted for their poetic intensity, intellectual rigor, and a distinct “anarchism without adjectives.”1. Anarchism Without AdjectivesDe Cleyre’s most significant contribution to political theory was her refusal to get bogged… Read More Selected Essays of Voltairine de Cleyre Volume 2 – Rostie Publishing
My first car was a cool 72 Chevy Nova2-door with rally wheelsBurnt Orange and black interior350 V-8, automatic, 4-barrel carb.More car than a teenager needed.Fast, not as fast as some, but whoaShe was dubbed Tequila SunriseA tropical sunrise adorned her trunk.8-track player? CheckCB Radio? CheckCustom afghan in the back seat? CheckCustom pillows, too? ChackIn those… Read More First Car
Smelt Dipping(My first ‘Published’ Piece, Written at age 11)A few weeks ago, our family went smelt dipping. My cousin used a pair of our waders and went out dipping for smelt. When he came back to shore, he was soaked and wet. Then I went out and started dipping. I caught one w]and went back… Read More Smelt Dipping
I wrote this ‘book report’ in the 12th grade in High School. My American Literature teacher, Mr. David Fisher, was quite the Vonnegut fan. I have learned to appreciate Vonnegut over the years and was surprised at my response here in, all these years later. Mr. Fisher was a fantastic teacher and instilled in me… Read More 12th Grade Book Report – Cats Cradle – Vonnegut
Watching the world hateSeeing it attack itselfNo care given to kindnessI often wonder howWe can tolerate this hurtContinue to function neverthelessI try my best to do goodTo show love and concernYet even I often failI try to instill in my mindAn image of my fatherAt the super table.Waiting patientlyFor everyone to have their fill beforeDishing… Read More Profound Kindness
Oh wow! I fell prey to the mainstream teen phenomenonYeah, man, my generation had the commercial power And cause we had shared interests and “disposable income.”We changed the worldStep aside, you children of the 50’sAnd let us who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s instructWe were a major force in shaping popular culture, fashion,… Read More Cool
My father had many traits,Some good, a few bad.He was, though, a self-crowned funny man,That one trait could go either way.He would call random female friends Disguising his voice to perform a pregnancy surveyThen one regrettable day,The voice admitted to being with child.My Mother would redden with shame,As his fable of their honeymoonWould spew forth.She… Read More I slipped a sheep and a sheep slipped me
I was asked the other dayOver a pint, don’t ya knowWhat one word describes your childhoodI thought, smiled, and contemplatedFrowned, grimaced, and mutteredStarted to answer, then thought againThere was love and happiness and joyIn our small home.I never went without, my belly always fullMy parents never divorcedThey never had physical fightsThey were always home at… Read More One Word
Ramblings of an Old Coot 