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Frances Kai-Hwa Wang's Writings

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Oct.09.2010
AnnArbor.com
My son and I were biking on our cool blue and gold Trail-a-Bike down Green Road on our way to soccer practice Thursday evening, when a tall, trim, gray-haired, nicely dressed, 50-ish gentleman in a shiny black BMW pulled over in front of us and waved at us to stop. My first reaction came out of my old big city training, “Who is this crazy old white guy and what...