Roquefort Robert wrote:frank - up in grand blanc wrote: Yea though I pump gas 2.5 stone-throws from Detroit I fear no evil for mine trunk art open and I have a claw hammer just there and ready to fly.
I feel the same way, except I have a gun.
I'm glad to know that. I think Frank may have gotten lucky and should not let the happiness of Mrs. FUIGB, et al, depend on his glowering face and/or the nearness of his hammer.
Wise up, Frank. They weren't intimidated; they assessed the risk::reward ratio, and moved on of their own accord.
Gas up elsewhere. Southfield and, increasingly, Oak Park have become annexes-- in the worst sense-- of Detroit.
"Do What Thou Wilt" shall be the Whole of the Solid Block of Text.
As a ravine dweller I can confirm this.