Has anyone noticed that Flint Expatriates is a year old today? I'm sure your gifts will be arriving in the mail any day now.
A birthday calls for a celebration of some sorts. Let's start with a little music.
Damn, I think I just ruined the party with that disturbing number. Regardless of the bad music, it's been a good year. We've covered everything from Village of Wolves to a brawl at Chuck E Cheese to the saga of Gypsy Jack, a legendary Flintoid whose legendary home may finally be safe in the hands of a well-meaning Canadian. There's even been a glowing profile of the site in The Flint Journal. (I'm still not quite sure how that came to pass, but I'm not complaining.)
And while blog posts are supposed to be short, snappy and nearly instantaneous, I think the best part of Flint Expatriates has been the longer posts that required some thought and reflection. Most of those items were written by someone other than myself, which should tell me something. Here are just a few of the longer items, in no particular order, that are well worth a second look:
Gerry Godin's tales of a river rat.
Stephen Rodrick's late-night adventure with conservative icon William F. Buckley.
John Mennear's return to Homedale School.
Bernard Rosenberg's friendship with Wild Bill the greaser at Southwestern High School.
Mary's journey from Flint to San Francisco and back again.
Rich Frost on Alice Cooper, snakes and Monkees.
Randy Gearheart looks back fondly on his dad and the family Grand Prix.
Redgirl's memories of love among the shelving units at Rollerworld.
Jeff Stork on the road with the Flint Generals.
Sarah Swart's rediscovery of Hidden Park, which wasn't a long post but required a true spirit of adventure. (And I spelled her name right this time.)
Mark Brewer learns to play the harp in Flint.
Pat McFarlane Young's sentimental journey. (Speaking of my mom, she's had quite a few interesting jobs.)
My thanks and appreciation goes out to Flint Expatriate readers for all the posts, comments and generous donations. It's been a lot of fun. Okay, let's be honest, sometimes it's been really depressing, but forget about that now. Instead, let's begin year two with some Boone's Farm and that Flintoid song: