Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Some eBay items come with a great story, like this one for a 1970 Buick LeSabre Custom Convertible with just 14,000 miles:
This archival quality Buick was assembled in Flint, MI during the 5th week of May 1970 and completed in June. The car was sold new to Charles Swartz on December 23, 1970 at Sims Buick in Warren, OH. Unfortunately, Charles passed on 5 years ago. He left his son, George Swartz, the car. George subsequently brought the vehicle to southwestern, OH. According to George the car was purchased by his father to take his mother to the park, and being a smart attorney, take the mayor on parade. George reports that the car was garaged every day of its life and was only driven in the rain one time. He sold me the car in June. I didn't buy it to flip, but can't seem to sell my other Buick so here we are with the auction. The car has been garaged by its present owner too.To sweeten the deal, the Buick comes with an 8-track tape player with a box of tapes.
Thanks to Flint Expatriate Peter Johnson for this one.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
I was driving by Southwestern High School yesterday and wondered what happened to the driver's training course where many of us learned to parallel park for the second time...after learning the first time at Safetyville. I had to jump a fence, which is surprisingly difficult when you're 45, in order to discover — shockingly — that it's now an overgrown lot and dumping ground for various oddities, like kid's toys and an old boat. Apparently, learning to drive has been privatized in Flint.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sometimes you just see weird things in Flint. Here's an old Checker Cab that's for sale parked on the grassy divider of Broadway Blvd. In the background you can see — or not see — the spot where Homedale School used to reside. That's the abandoned Brown's Funeral Home in the distance.
With all the decay and destruction on the East Side, I always prepare myself for the worst whenever I drive by my grandparent's old house, where my mom was raised and I spent a lot of time, on Illinois Avenue. And I continue to be amazed when I see how good it still looks on each visit. The current owners are always nice to me when I knock on the door, and I'm hoping they never move. Having been back to Flint half a dozen times over the last three years, I'm past the point of getting upset when my memories collide with Flint's current reality, but it's still great to run across a house or building that means something to you and discover that it's still close to the way you remember it.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Despite some rough weather the final day, last weekend's Back to the Bricks car fest in Flint continued to break attendance records. Kristen Longley of The Flint Journal reports:
From its humble beginnings just six years ago, Back to the Bricks is now estimated to be 60 times as large as its inaugural event in 2005.
On the final day of the downtown Flint car show Saturday, organizers said the five-day Back to the Bricks extravaganza is estimated to have attracted more than 420,000 people — over 40 percent more than last year.
It's easy to say this now, but I've always thought a modest, well-run auto museum that expanded on the Sloan Museum's great car collection would have made sense for Flint. It certainly would not have "saved" the city, but it could have been something that would bring out of town visitors to Flint. Back to the Bricks demonstrates just how crazy people are about old cars, regardless of the economy. Then again, there's no shortage of auto museums across the country, so there would be a lot of competition.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Today was the neighborhood-wide garage sale in Bernal Heights. I spotted this pristine Panasonic "Panapet" R-70, an exact replica of one I listened to in Flint in the seventies, for just $3. It's AM only, works great, and it has undeniable style. According to transistor.org:
Perhaps the most famous portable transistor radio from the 1970's, the Panapet was very popular, and came in a large variety of colors. They were quite a relief from the plain rectangular boxes other radios were housed in at the time.I'm listening to Jon Miller call the Giants game as I type. Not quite as good as Ernie Harwell announcing a Tigers game, but you can't have everything.
Oh, the retro photo is courtesy of an iPhone app. Nothing like cutting edge technology allowing you to make vintage technology look even more vintage.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Mr. Levine grew up in Detroit, back when it was still a “vital city,” he said. His parents were emigrants from Russia, but for some reason they told him he was of Spanish ancestry ,and as a young man he became fascinated with Spanish anarchism and the Spanish Civil War, which still turn up in his poems. Mr. Levine’s father died when he was 5, leaving the family hard up, and before embracing poetry he held a succession of what he has called “stupid jobs.” He built transmissions for Cadillac, worked in the Chevrolet gear and axle factory, drove a truck for Railway Express. His early poems, often written in narrow, seven-syllable lines, were gritty, hard-nosed evocations of the lives of working people and their neighborhoods.Here is one of Levine's classics with a theme Flint Expatriates can understand all too well...
An Abandoned Factory, Detroit
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,
An iron authority against the snow,
And this grey monument to common sense
Resists the weather. Fears of idle hands,
Of protest, men in league, and of the slow
Corrosion of their minds, still charge this fence.
Beyond, through broken windows one can see
Where the great presses paused between their strokes
And thus remain, in air suspended, caught
In the sure margin of eternity.
The cast-iron wheels have stopped; one counts the spokes
Which movement blurred, the struts inertia fought,
And estimates the loss of human power,
Experienced and slow, the loss of years,
The gradual decay of dignity.
Men lived within these foundries, hour by hour;
Nothing they forged outlived the rusted gears
Which might have served to grind their eulogy.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
This comment just rolled in from a reader named January about the famous Roy "Gypsy Jack" Steffenson Jr., the Wild West rogue of the East Side. Is it just me or is this pure poetry? I hope it's for real, but I guess it doesn't really matter. It just might be the best comment ever on Flint Expatriates:
I 1st met Gypsey Jack in 1992, (I think). Although I had grown-up Dreaming about that Beautiful House's mysteries. My Friend, Florence Boven took mee there 2 meet the famous Gypsey. She had been friends w/Him 4 many years. Played w/Her band @ the House, & indulged in "Festivities" @ His bar also. (No 1 has mentioned Gypseys after hour bar located in the basement). I cried w/My Mom called Mee 2 inform Mee of Jack's passing. & 2 day as I read the memories I cry again. But not 4 sadness. 4 the Joy of the Memories.
But, Flo said: January, U want 2 meet Gypsey Jack & go N2 His Home??? Well, We'll go. This afternoon after supper. But We must bring something of "Homage" w/Us 4 Him. Florance rummaged through some things & decided on a "Funky" wrieth you'd hang on your front door @ Christmas. We had recently saved it from a trash can. I thought that was a weierd way 2 meet some-1. You know, giving garbage 2 a person U have been intrigued w/4-ever. Hahaha.... But Flo Knew Her stuff.
That w/the Best Day N My life. Getting 2 meet Gypsey Jack & being invited N2 His Home. I got the Ultimate Tour. That w/when He had His Black flat-bed truck, w/the red rim's & the smoke-stacks.
He sung Happy Birthday w/ Mee & My girlfriend Jennifer & My Daughter Aura. (She w/1yr.) @ "Ol Franks Bar on franklin ave. Gypsey just happened 2 B there. My step-father, Mike, says Gypsey used 2 ride His Harley down Lewis st. wearing Only His CowBoy Hat & Boots!!
4 All Those who Looted His place after He passed I hope it w/2 keep His Memory Alive. Because I know that B4 Any of Us were informed of His death His surviving family had already STOLEN anything the market considered valuable.
Wee Miss U Gypsey Jack
But wee will Never 4 getU....
Friday, August 5, 2011
Update: Never really realized this was a park, although I've passed it many times. In fact, you could see it from one of my classrooms at St. Mike's. Here's an updated view from Google Maps.
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