I know I live in Flint. There is no one who lives in Flint who is not aware of the fact that Flint is in the top 3 worst and most miserable places in America. Living in Flint, you actually believe it. It is hare to go into any plaza without being hit up for "spare change". One fond memory I have is getting into my car after shopping for a suit for my graduate presentation. From behind me I hear, "Excuse me sir..." (remember I am half in my car). A nice man came up to me and told me that some guy just called him a "Nigger" (his word not mine) and asked me if I could believe that. Then he asked me for change. I was actually happy that he did that, I was a bit worried that he was going to mug me with my back turned. But as it turned out, he was just asking nicely. You know, after a disturbing preamble (which was probably untrue.
Today I had the opportunity to witness another what has to be a truly Flint experience. I saw a woman pushing a shopping cart that only had her purse in it... over railroad tracks... on the road... into oncoming traffic... as a cop car drove by. Now I noticed this scene. I really hope the cop didn't because he just drove right by. I will never forget that the look on her face as she pushed the cart, as if she was looking for pickles in isle 12. Maybe she wanted to return a lot of groceries she had purchased earlier. Maybe she was in the middle of neighborhood shopping spree. Personally, I think if you go to the local Kroger, you will find a beat up 89' Buick Century parked in the cart corral.
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Jim,
know what, I don't think that is just in Flint. here in Chase City, VA we have a lot of the same thing. I was just recently stopped by a car, full of angry, but polite young black men "Excuse me maam, did you just flip me off because I am black?" "No" I said, "I don't know you, and I never flip anyone off unless I know them first." This confused them. "Well It's almost Christmas, you think you could spare some green" "No", I said, "sadly I already used all of my greenery from the tree to make a wreath." sorry." "Well, see ya" I cheerfully responded, waving nicely, and drove away.
On the blue-hair front:
I feel obligated to help little old ladies find a car if they are lost, being a ministers wife and all. ; ) Love, kim
P.S. check your facebook inbox once in a while.-k
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