"Justice? -- You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law" -- William Gaddis -- first sentence of A Frolic of His Own.
I propose a new contest to do with law and order with a very fast turn-around time. This one will open Thursday, April 29th, and close on Sunday, May 2nd, at high noon.
If no one votes or comments, then I am the automatic winner, since I set up the contest. Otherwise, voting will be held. All entrants or usual commenters can comment or post own poems (up to 37 lines) by Sunday at noon, and voting will be finished by Sunday, at 6 pm Eastern Standard Time.
Contest boundaries include nomophobia, nomophilia (I coined the words -- minted to indicate hatred of law, or love of law, in the abstract) but then looked them up and it turns out that nomophobia is the fear of being out of cellphone reach, while nomophilia means, love of law, just what I thought it should mean. Poems having anything to do with police, criminals, boundaries, judging, and/or law and order are welcomed. (Please, no poems about cellphone reach.) Nomophobes and nomophiles (did I at least mint THESE?) alike invited to participate. My own first poem:
WALKING IN UNCERTAINTY
I wake up & think about darkness
As it is exorcised in law
I walked down Second St.
Favorite street (Courthouse at the end!)
The police car went by & the cop waved
They are here to protect me from the devils in my mind
The Campbell’s TV still on at 10:30
The news projecting the latest lawlessness:
The air getting more chill
The Christian law under St. Augustine crumbles in
The uproar of the Romans
Tiberius slaughters 50,000 the Coliseum cheers.
Roman Polanski:
Whoopi says it wasn’t “rape-rape.”
51 comments:
Where Law lays dying
People hurt
And beg for order.
When law dies for lack of respect
It is replaced by laws,
Myriad squirming, grasping regulations
For a people
Who will not regulate themselves.
Kill the Law and plead innocence?
But of course.
Law and Order;
An Acrostic
Leverage factors; Lapsed Gifts... Law’s an Ass;
Attendant Circumstance, A Vinculo Matrimonii
Waiver the Writ of Execution
A Mensa Et Thoro, A fortiori
Naked Nullity
Directed Verdict, Decrees and Damages...
Objections to Obsolescence
Range of Value - Reciprocity
Defendants and Depositions...
Extenuating Circumstances...
Revocation of Reward!
Tanja Cilia
tanjachilja@hotmail.com
May 18, 1980
She touched me,
Her fingers stroked my spine.
I turned to her,
Away she moved, resigned.
A tear I saw,
Welled, would not fall,
Blinking, bade me bye.
Instead it rose into my throat
And made my tongue go dry.
Can a mountain truly burn to ash
In the twinkle of an eye?
Perhaps it's true,
I am a wistful dreamer.
My head is in the clouds.
I hear them say
Ought brought
Aught to naught
The plotful schemer,
Wild wishes willed,
Wilt to wisp,
Wist away.
No Code Can Keep Catastrophe From Palaces On Sand
A thousand laws breed anarchy.
No one can understand
what’s begotten in obliquity
and delivered without hands
to those who shun antiquity
and frame their faith in man.
The final turn from anarchy
resides in two commands.
flicked on my ipod to get a random
song:
'I fought the law
and the law won.'
Bobby Fuller
had it about right...
those outlaws, hey...
... but maybe
that's tOO quietist
for Ron...
I.
Law is utterly dead
without a mover
Law is a bed and not it's contents
A drum
II.
When efficacy replaces culture
Better run for the hills.
(And if their not there
Make a circle a square)
III.
Law has two faces,
One of NATURE the other of MAN.
It would be nice
If we could differentiate the two.
But sadly Bob,
Who knew all about it,
Went to lunch
And never returned.
Chorus:
Poor Bob, I bet he's dead,
Poor Bob, his name was Ned,
Poor Bob, he had a head -
And that the thing we all do dread
Israel wanted a King,
To be like other nations.
Law And Order.
David wanted Bathsheba,
And had Uriah murdered.
Law and Ardor.
Not a jot or tittle will pass,
nor the cross on Calvary.
Law and God's pall.
Yet his kingdom is at hand,
and we are set free.
Law and Gospel.
The contest is now closed. Voting will close no sooner than 6 pm EST this evening (Sunday, 1st sunday in MaY). Each entrant gets one vote.
I vote for Picklesworth.
Person receiving most votes will be declared the winner this evening.
Picklesworth's poem was the clearest for me. I liked the acrostic idea, but couldn't sort out what it meant.
Craig's poem seemed a delicate wistful memory from thirty years ago. Coiuldn't grok its intention.
I liked Gm's opening, but couldn't figure out what the two commands were, and felt they were probably better covered by Picklesworth's notion that Law is the gift of God to man, and without it, we're hurting.
Ron Warner's piece was neat because I too have gotten sudden glimpses into law due to the contest. We were reading Psalm 148 at church today and that figured in.
Stu's poem too liberal for me. He keeps thinking we're free, but I think we're not, really. I think we're still fallen, and in bondage to sin. Slaves of sin.
There is some indication that we are free through grace, but I think grace is something that comes and goes, and doesn't remain with us.
It's more like a lightning bolt in a vast unending night.
At least for me.
So I'm voting for Picklesworth.
All commentators and entrants can vote. You can't vote for your own poem. Polling booth closes this evening at 6 pm EST.
Two commands:
The Lord Is your God, and you shall love him with all your heart, and soul, and mind, and your neighbor as yourself.
I'll vote for GM's. Two commandments are better than 613.
It's nice to see new poets.
I'm giving my vote to G.M. It's got pattern and I love that first line.
Kirby.
??
There is only one important pair of commands.
I thought there was only one command: do unto others.
So far, GM is out in front, with one hour to go in the polls.
Actually, I believe that there are ten commandments. Do we really knock them down to two?
At any rate, GM Palmer is the official winner of the Law and Order Poetry Contest, 2010, at Lutheran Surrealism!
That's two contests in a row, GM!
It must be nice to win so often.
Laurels for GM.
And thanks to everyone who entered. It was a good contest, and I enjoyed the brief but intelligent entries.
Kirby,
I believe GM is referring to this:
One of the scribes came near and heard them disputing with one another, and seeing that he answered them well, he asked him, “Which commandment is the first of all?” Jesus answered, “The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Then the scribe said to him, “You are right, Teacher; you have truly said that ‘he is one, and besides him there is no other’; and ‘to love him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the strength,’ and ‘to love one’s neighbor as oneself,’—this is much more important than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.” When Jesus saw that he answered wisely, he said to him, “You are not far from the kingdom of God.” After that no one dared to ask him any question. (Mark 12:28–34 NRSV)
The synoptic parallels are well worth examining. In particular, the larger context of Luke,
Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” He said to him, “What is written in the law? What do you read there?” He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” And he said to him, “You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.”
But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’ Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” He said, “The one who showed him mercy.” Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.” (Luke 10:25–37 NRSV)
Jesus is in effect doing a mashup of the Shema, Hear, O Israel: The LORD is our God, the LORD alone, (Deuteronomy 6:4 NRSV) and You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against any of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the LORD (Leviticus 19:18 NRSV).
In defense of my entry I'd like to point out that the title of the poem is the date that Mt. St. Helens erupted. It's also, coincidentally, my Catholic mother-in-law's sixtieth birthday. The poem relates an incident, a chance encounter at Green Lake, that convinced me my aspirations were irrelevant to the course nature would take. The poem is an oblique reply to a poem written by someone whose literary heritage is to some extent contained in a short story by Somerset Maugham written in the year my mother-in-law was born. The poem could also be construed as the ticket I wrote thirty years ago for a sojourn of two decades in the Pacific and Asia, courtesy of the United Nations Charter.
Thanks to Craig and to Stu for these clarifications.
Craig, I did have the sense that your title was the date of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, but couldn't figure out how it related to the rest of what you had written.
Stu, I had read this before, but hadn't remembered it on reading GM's winning poem.
I think Craig's poem is far richer now than I originally did. But the mountain is largely still there, I think.
I climbed up it. It's not just ash.
They say that Rainier will blow one day -- perhaps soon?
First of all, thanks to all of you!
Woo!
Secondly, Kirby,
As yesterday was the first Sunday of the month, I was preaching in my church (I preach every first Sunday).
The text was John 13:31-35--the passage where the disciples are told to love one another as Jesus loved them.
I spoke on the use of love throughout the Bible.
I would suggest you look at this link, which is the last two-hundred or so references (the first five hundred are available by clicking the "previous" button).
You'll see a few very important verses:
The first is Romans 13:10:
Love does no harm to its neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.
The second is 1 Corinthians 16:14:
Do everything in love.
These verses, which come out of the two greatest commandments already mentioned by Stu and Warner Brothers, entirely run counter to your obsession with anger and hate (and, I would certainly argue, war).
We are told throughout the Bible (both New and Old Testaments) to love each other with the love of God--and to love God will our entire beings.
As much as you don't like them, the Beatles were right on one chorus:
All you need is love.
GM -- Love is hate when it ignores the Mansons, or acts as the Mansons did, in the name of love. Secondly, no one can really do this, and it's utterly Pelagian to think that you can. There is always more love for the self than for the other.
St. Paul had some interesting correctives to this afterworld vision of Christ's.
Because we are fallen, we cannot embody goodness.
Love is good.
Or, to put it in a more concrete context: sure, the Beatles had a good line in their song, but were they capable of embodying it?
Was John Lennon really that swell of a person -- running about with all kinds of hos, and aggression? Paul, Ringo, George?
You need more than love. You need laws to protect yourself from other people and their crazy notions.
In Arizona, the people there need a little law to protect themselves from the zombies spilling across the border in search of goods that aren't available in their Catholic Marxist state in which law and order have all but completely collapsed.
Let's get real here, communists.
Kirby,
Paul wrote the letter to Romans and the Letter to Corinthians, so I'm pretty sure I'm on his (and God's) side here.
Just because the Mansons said the word love doesn't mean they showed it.
As John wrote in his first letter, 3:18:
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.
Of course, you Lutherans have a problem with works, so I can see you thinking that because the Mansons said they were all about love they meant it.
But faith without works is dead and love without loving action is dead.
If it don't look like 1 Corinthians 13 it's not love, no matter what is said.
I did not vote because someone hacked my mailbox and I was trying to salvage some mail before setting up a new account and closing the old one. Apologies.
Oh and a question--how many unique hits do these poetry contests get?
I have a feeling your blog may be one of the leading poetry magazines ;)
GM, a lot of the hits every day come for whatever is posted, so it depends on that. There are about 25 hits an hour on the most current posting, whatever it is, at least during the day.
In the late evenings there are even more hits until about midnight, when things slow down to about 10 hits an hour until about 8 in th emorning.
But on some days things really pick up. When I wrote about Scott Brown the day after his election I got picked up by several conservative sites, and suddenly there were 6000 hits in one day.
That is, sometimes I get anthologized on a best-of series, sometimes that's Lutheran blogs, and sometimes it's conservative blogs.
Poetry people generally ignore this blog, I should say.
Oh, I don't care about "poetry people."
I just care about people's eyes (and ears) on poetry.
Few people are interested in poetry, of course, and it's not something that most educated Christians care about, especially I think among the Protestants.
I've even met pastors who know three or four languages, and yet feel that poetry is beyond them and they own't even try to read it!
How much of that is the fault of 20th century poetry from Eliot and Pound to Silliman?
I dunno, Kirby.
You should be able to suss out how many hits per page you get.
Are your poetry pages hit more, less, or about the same?
That might give you an insight into how "the common man" feels about poetry.
On what basis can you assume that "most people" and "educated Christians" (as opposed to the uncouth ones?) can take poetry or leave it, preferably leave it? Just because you met pastors who don't care for it, it's not to be taken as read that their views represent those of their flocks.
Tanja
As poetry represents about .1% of all US book sales it is a safe statement.
I've even met pastors who know three or four languages, and yet feel that poetry is beyond them and they own't even try to read it!
My Good Friday sermon was a poem. The funny part was that at least one person I talked with afterwards didn't realize it. :)
http://wherepoetrygoestodie.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.html
I know everyone in my congregation, I think. I don't think anyone but myself has bought a book of poetry from a living poet within the last ten years.
I could be wrong. But that is I think a safe statement.
The congregation represents about 300 people.
Urban congregations may be somewhat different, but I doubt it.
For whatever reason, poetry and Protestant Christianity don't think they go together. Picklesworth's participation here is an anomaly of a kind.
I think on the other hand it's safe to say that almost everyone in the congregation has bought a non-fiction book in the last ten years. I also think that most in the congregation read their Bible on a daily basis.
And if you wanted you could include the Bible as a kind of poetry. It's certainly no less difficult to read than most contemporary poetry.
Kirby,
Statistically, that ratio is correct. That is, in the average congregation, i.e. not a college ministry, about one third of the population would be book purchasers and of those, one tenth of one percent would be poetry purchasers. Hence you.
I probably buy 20 books of poetry a year. Not much, but I do read and usually reread them many times.
I think I've read each book I've owned at least a dozen times.
I don't know why more people don't buy poetry. What is the problem?
Is it about the same percentage of people who buy advanced mathematical books?
Literary criticism also doesn't sell very well. 500 copies is an enormous sale for literary critical books.
My book on Corso has sold about 500 copies. That's an enormous number of books of that kind, especially when they're selling for over 40 dollars each.
Philosophy doesn't sell terribly well. But one of Lyotard's books -- The Postmodern Condition -- has sold about 100,000 copies or so.
Probably because it gets used in classes?
Kirby,
I don't know why more people don't buy poetry. What is the problem?
Is it about the same percentage of people who buy advanced mathematical books?
My guess... the issue is participation. I'm willing to bet that the majority of people who buy poetry books as such (I'm thereby exempting the Bible, which contains a great deal of poetry, and folks who buy complete works of Shakespeare intending only to read the plays) at least dabble at writing poetry themselves. The same is likely true of advanced mathematics texts, in that most of their readers have hopes of creating new mathematics.
As far as I can tell, there are more mathematics profs and more mathematics graduate students than poetry profs, but I suspect that there are a lot of high school English teachers who dabble at poetry, whereas there are very few high school math teachers who dabble at creating new mathematics.
Unfortunately, poetry is a bit like jazz, in that the active edge has lost contact with the literate population generally. There is a paradoxical element here. People generally expect poetry to be a vehicle for expressing raw emotional state in a way that is inaccessible to prose, which explains the continued popularity of the Psalms in worship (even if they don't follow English poetic structure). Thus, WCW's materialist aesthetic runs entirely counter to the purpose of poetry as it is generally understood, and he's evidently influenced much of modern poetry. At the same time, there is a distaste for and distrust of excessive ornamentation, a la Swinburne, and perhaps also sense that there are too many silly love songs. And I don't think the masses would have much use for Ginsberg, either. Anthony and the Johnsons at least have an element of charm and innocence to them that's sufficiently redemptive to get a more mainstream audience.
That said, let me make a provocative hypothesis. I suspect that people who have purchased advanced mathematics books are more likely than the overall college educated population to have also bought books of poetry. Stereotypes notwithstanding.
She married a guy from Pago who already had two sons from a previous marriage. She gave him three more and a daughter to boot. The eldest stepson had two albums of island drum beats on the electronica charts that were selling well in mainland China when his music career ended abruptly in San Jose with three gunshot wounds to the chest. It's on his bio. Downloads are 99 cents.
There's something to be said for Stu's hypothesis. People who buy books tend to buy across the spectrum. I have three shelves of math books. I just don't know how to read them.
I'm still advancing at a snail's pace through my Cliff's notes Algebra 1 text. But meanwhile I snap up explications of Godel and stuff by Ian Stewart about mathematical beauty in jungles.
I just can't yet follow.
I also buy books about chemical narratives like Napoleon's buttons. That's an easier book. And The History of Plants, which is filled with chemical equations in terms of what is photosynthesis and so on.
It's just that I very much prefer to read poetry. It's my natural language, or something. But we must always go out of the comfort zone and attempt to learn new things, too, methinks.
Well like I said, almost all the books in the country are bought by 1/3 of the people.
sorry i missed this contest
traveling minstreling
good poems
i endorse the winner
reading edward o wilson now on biodiversity
great to read a scientist who approaches the natural world with a sense of mystery and poetry
mayly
jh
Edward O. Wilson's on my stack, about four down. Consilience.
Might move him up.
Happy trails, partner!
One real problem for math as for poetry is getting the word out. Newspapers for instance would rarely review such books. There are no movies based on math books, or based on poetry books.
Oprah doesn't have mathematicians or poets on.
One thing Ginsberg did is cause a ruckus, which got his work better known. He would participate in Democratic riots in the 60s, and act crazy enough to get media attention.
This is important.
I can't imagine a mathematician wanting to do that in order to get read.
Most poets find it distasteful, too.
My novel Temping was enjoyed by most of the 500 people who somehow found it and read it. But there was no publicity, and it wasn't as if I shouted at people, or stopped traffic, as Ginsberg did.
It's also not obscene, so it didn't get the publicity a trial could give.
One of the problems is simply getting the word out.
If enough people try something, some percentage will like it.
If for instance I wrote to every bookstore manager in America and asked them to stock one copy of my book, they would mostly probably do it.
But I'd rather pick my nose, and hope for someone with publicity machine in tow, who will do all this for me, and save me the embarrassment.
ha ha.
It isn't just poets I haven't heard of. It's also whole cities. There are probably a thousand cities in the world with a population of a million or more that I've never even heard of.
When I check the log, people come here from places I've never even heard of, even right here in the US.
For instance, right now there's someone online from a city called Michigan City, Indiana. Who ever heard of this place? Who's ever been there.
I googled the place and it has 33 thousand residents and many highschools. One of the highschools was called Duneland Lutheran and recently closed.
I felt bad for the place. What was the whole drama of Duneland Lutheran High School?
Why doesn't anybody know? Am I the only one outside of that God forsaken place that will ever actually care? I demand to know the entire history of Duneland Lutheran! I demand that it reopen with Federal Funding, as a school for butterfly catchers in Mongolia.
I haven't been to Michigan City, but my mother grew up in South Bend and I'm pretty sure it's where she went whenever her family decided to spend a day at the beach on Lake Michigan. She liked the dunes there. Her dad's mother was raised Evangelical/Lutheran but the Methodists made a better offer on the parsonage her dad built.
Kirby,
For instance, right now there's someone online from a city called Michigan City, Indiana. Who ever heard of this place? Who's ever been there.
It's about 45 miles from where I live, on Lake Michigan, near the Indiana-Michigan border. A nice place. Probably too much of a city for you, though. A classy downtown, with an outlet mall about four blocks to the west. A brew-pub. A Steak-and-Shake. A honking big power plant right on the lake. I get to Michigan City couple times a year on average, usually to go to the outlet mall.
Spent a night there once, around '84. We'd been visiting my wife's parents, who lived in Flint, and came back through a winter storm. The Indiana State Police closed down I-94 with us on it, and so we ended up in a motel near the expressway.
If you've never experienced serious lake-effect snow, this is a good place to extend your liberal education. A couple years ago, we got hit, just a few miles west of Michigan City on I-94. It was coming down at rate of about 2"/minute for a few minutes, and this is not hyperbole. I was amazed that we weren't up to our necks in flaming wrecks, but everyone seemed to come through o.k.
The Dunes are really beautiful. There's both a state and a national park.
I don't know specifically what happened to Duneland Lutheran, but there were several marginal Lutheran High Schools in the area that closed last year. They were barely making it, and generally speaking served communities that were barely making it. When the economy tanked, just a few families moving their kids into the publics put them under. There's the possibility of other complications, which I'll summarize by saying that the community served by the Lutheran High Schools in greater metro Chicago is not necessarily the community of their supporting congregation, and this can translate into less willingness on the part of the congregation to provide the school "float" during bad times. Yes, race is still an issue in metro Chicago, perhaps even more so in Indiana than Illinois. I don't know that this happened to Duneland, but I know that it was a factor in some of the other closings.
.....for that matter; who's ever heard of Malta, Europe?
Michigan City, Indiana! Who knew? Quiet classy place with an OUTLET MALL.
I was once going through a book about someone's far eastern travels and a city was named that apparently had millions of residents, and I had never even heard of the place. It was maybe in Kazakhstan, or one of the Stans.
Still, Michigan City, Indiana is the weirdest place I'd never heard of.
And it turns out Stu is all over that place twice a year, and knows its inner workings. No doubt they have a mayor, and a city council, and a newspaper, and lots of lovely people, and trees: glorious trees.
And maybe they don't even want anybody to know about them.
Can you be a classy place if you have an outlet mall?
Is it one of those huge jobs with like 100 stores? Do they have a Converse outlet?
Michigan city, Indiana has a big prison, apparently. John Dillinger was incarcerated there. And this Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, named DC Stephenson, -- here's a bit from Wikipedia:
"Stephenson was born in Houston, Texas, and moved with his family to Maysville, Oklahoma, where he worked as a printer's apprentice and was active in the Socialist Party. In 1920, he moved to Evansville, Indiana, where he became a salesman and joined the Democratic Party and the Ku Klux Klan. In that same year, he ran unsuccessfully for a Democratic Congressional nomination.[1] In November 1922, Stephenson backed Hiram Wesley Evans in his attempt to unseat William J. Simmons as Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan; upon Evans' ascendancy, Stephenson was made Grand Dragon of Indiana and 22 other northern states.
Membership in the states for which he was Grand Dragon grew dramatically. In Indiana alone membership grew to nearly 250,000 or about one third of all white males in the state. Stephenson acquired great wealth and political power. In a speech to the 1923 Fourth of July gathering of the Ku Klux Klan in Kokomo, Indiana, Stephenson began, "My worthy subjects, citizens of the Invisible Empire, Klansmen all, greetings. It grieves me to be late. The President of the United States kept me unduly long counseling on matters of state. Only my plea that this is the time and the place of my coronation obtained for me surcease from his prayers for guidance." Encouraged by his success, in September 1923, Stephenson severed his ties with the existing national organization of the Ku Klux Klan, and formed a rival Ku Klux Klan. Stephenson changed his affiliation from the Democratic to the Republican Party. He notably supported Republican Edward L. Jackson when he ran (successfully) for governor in 1924."
The things I didn't know!
GM,
Can you be a classy place if you have an outlet mall?
I said the downtown was classy, not the city as a whole, which is merely nice. I had another comment on this go into the ether, so let me try again.
Most of the outlet malls I've seen are pushed out front and center, "on the main drag." Pigeon Forge is a particularly horrific example of this. It's as if the town is collectively saying, "our God is the almighty dollar." This is not a classy or charming sentiment. And most of the outlet malls themselves have all the charm of a Soviet apartment complex. Drab, nearly identical stores, overcrowded, etc.
Lighthouse place isn't like this. It's an outdoor walking mall, of relatively new construction that's just on the charming side of kitsch, and a number of older (think late 1800's) buildings that have been nicely renovated. And the folks who work there are generally nice, attentive, and not harried. As for positioning in the town, it's as if they put it in the backyard. You have to drive clear through town, down a long main street, and then turn off and drive a few of blocks, across a big boulevard, to get there. It's not exactly hidden, but everything about it's positioning tells you that this isn't how the town defines itself, or what it thinks of as it's greatest asset.
As for Michigan City more generally, if you go to Google Earth and turn on photos, you can find a lovely photo of a South Shore train going down the center of the street. It reminds me of the old Philly trolleys, but forty years later. Northwest Indiana is kind of like that.
It's amazing to read about this place. I find it very hard to believe that Michigan City exists, or that Indiana exists.
I have been in Gary, Indiana.
I ate a doughnut in a suburb of Gary once while visiting an uncle.
My cousin played in a Pink Floyd cover band, and worked at an A & W.
He died recently.
i know jesuits who live in michigan city
they live in a gated community
their knowledge is off limits
don't even try
jh
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