I was born in the rust belt city of Flint, Michigan, which in 1966 was a lot less depressing of a thing to say. I was a navy brat, and moved up and down across the Mason-Dixon line several times until the age of 18, at which time I moved in with my grandmother back in Flint. I ended up taking care of her through a couple of strokes and Alzheimers, until she passed away. Shockingly, I still find myself here, watching bemusedly (and with a certain amount of rising anxiety) as the city gets boarded up and turns by stages into a ghost town. Why am I still here? Well, I have some amazing friends here, and I found the girl of my dreams here. Plus, there's always hope, right?
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