Flushing, a conflicted love note

With a title like that, this post could go a few different places, but that capital F is the proper-noun kind of capital, not the obligatory beginning-of-sentence kind. Flushing happens to be a very pretty town cozied into the banks of the Flint River just downstream from Flint city. It is also the town in which I …

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The Jitters

The first chapter of this story can be found here: Ties. +++++ The sedan sputtered because of the series of divots the spring storms pounded into Potter Road. He'd need to check the suspension before setting off for Indiana later. But once Nelson had passed the Conoco station and turned left onto Dillon, he heard the …

Ties

Flushing, Michigan May 1934 Nelson remembered to slow down before he came up on the Wilson's house. He swerved between the patches of loose dirt to avoid kicking up dust. Starting this particular day out with dust on his clothes wouldn't bode well for what was to come. He drove his Ford dressed in his finest clothes—a …

Mapping People

Growing up, my Pop rarely told stories about his childhood, but when he did I was riveted. I think his stories caught my attention because his childhood was so different from mine. You see, he was taken from his parents and raised by various foster families. He and his siblings grew up in three separate houses around town. I …