Yelping the Huron River Inn
A poem by Cal Freeman.
Things My Father Knew in Winter
He says, it was near midnight, a cargo run/on second shift--from Indy to some hamlet flung
Cadillac Hill
"Almost every girl I know has the same story about a car, about a boy. This is mine."
Motor Nation
"Sometimes when I am driving down the freeway...I think of the reasons I love Detroit."