I was standing on the kitchen shelf waiting for our short trip to Dearborn, Michigan to begin when I envisioned a certain blonde from the 1950s and 60s singing “Happy Birthday Mr. President”. But instead of Marilyn aiming her affection…
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35: THE BLOOD-STAINED SEATS OF HISTORY
Less than a month after my trip to Grand Rapids, I was back in my case and we were headed for Dearborn, Michigan. I had to admit, even though 26 days had passed, my resin-rump was still a tad chapped…