To the casual, everyday folk who make the scitter-scattering drive from northern Indiana to southwest Michigan, the mundane experience probably doesn’t spark any particular euphoria worth noting. The ever-changing, zig-zaggedness of the primarily backcountry roads is probably the reason most of these folk possess selective amnesia, rather than jubilation, when describing the drive. I’m alsoContinue reading “ON the CORNER of FLYNN by Nick Arndt”
THE FLOW STATE 