It's a long way: Goodbye, Flint

Here I am. In the most beautiful city on earth, at least in my world. With this blog, I will share with you the story of my journey all the way west.

I hope Antje Duvekot doesn't sue me for this blog. If my trip had a theme song this is it.

I left Flint, MI on Friday May 17th. On Thursday, I took a picture of one last Flint fire, below. They've really grown on me. They help the city metamorphose. They also create smoke which smells like campfire but is not campfire, and create stunning imagery of fireplace mantles with chimneys reaching for the sky out of burnt out basement pits. They create a market for fill dirt.

I will miss Flint. I feel like I have street cred now, however I know that I lived a very charmed and protected Flint existence that involved driving everywhere. And now I've driven quite a bit away. The death, debt, and Tigers headlines will have to be read by others:

Here's an example of the quirky awesomeness unique to Flint enjoyed just before leaving: poetry on abandoned buildings, and Flint public art project musical concerts in condemned buildings involving homemade musical instruments built on the skeletons of footpedal sewing machines... The music involved playing conch shells, whistling, pots and cups, and an egg slicer.