That, being a walk-behind, definitely is not a vehicle.It does have a motor, though.Let's see...Motor City...that's down by Grosse Pointe, isn't it?So may they should have mowed their own grass, and you should have done the honors when it came to vehicularizing around town. 8^)
I hear bartering is making a comeback so 'mowing for lodging' is actually quite trendy. I don't think you'll find sod that nice in Flint. If you do, take a picture. Will you be making an alumni visit to Powers (if school is still in session)? That would make for an interesting post.
Mowing the lawn in flip-flops? You're just asking to lose a toe city-boy. Which grossie pointie are you in, woods, farms? Have fun! :)
The flip flops are not a responsible choice for lawn mowing, but I made the mistake of mailing some of my stuff here in advance and, of course, it didn't arrive. So I'm a little short of proper clothing.
And no one commented on my impressive San Francisco "tan." It's a nice fishy gray.
What's next?Cabana Boy?
Megisi, I think that might bring better tips, but I'm angling for golf caddy!
"An honest days work,for an honest dollar".
The picture of you mowing the grass made me long for Spring in Michigan. I can still remember my mother having me watch for the first Robin and telling me when I saw one that,"Spring is here" Have faith Flint, the Robin will appear and Spring and Flint will appear again. I hope I can make the meeting at Angelo's.Pat McFarlane
Yes, Pat...Spring in Michigan.I made a Frankenmuth run after arriving at Flint's Bishop International Airport from Atlanta last Thursday evening. It was a beautiful Michigan evening--temps just right (must have been 72)--had my son's new PONTIAC G8, and thought...hummm...we're about out of chicken seasoning back in Georgia, and I got this superfine cruisin' machine, and it's a perfect evening for a ride, and buttered noodles with crumbs and some Frakenmuth chicken sounds REALLY good.......and it was! :^)
my god, must be old home week or something. just got back from Flint this afternoon. yeah, GY, shudda brung the longjohns, eh? flipflopped cabana gardening job? what happened to journalism, Monnie? things are just goin' to hell all over the place. did have a typical Flint time though. Some woman walked into our motel room in the middle of the night. no, I didn't ask for her either...and yes, the door was locked, so I thought. a half naked Scotsman jumping and screaming at her made for interesting small talk over lattes in the morning. I didn't have the heart to go by Central...
I always loved springtime in Flint; my mom also always had me look for the first robin and would bring me out on the front porch to keep watching for the first flowers to come up. Then there was the dreaded lawnmowing when I got older - are you sure you're staying with "friends," Gordie??? Nice picture though, but definitely change the shoes the next time...
Thanks for commenting. You might enjoy my book about Flint called "Teardown: Memoir of a Vanishing City," a Michigan Notable Book for 2014 and a finalist for the 33rd Annual Northern California Book Award for Creative NonFiction. Filmmaker Michael Moore described Teardown as "a brilliant chronicle of the Mad Maxization of a once-great American city." More information about Teardown is available at www.teardownbook.com.