Factory Town is like a lot of other places. It has a day. It has a night. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it shines. It gets hot. It gets cold. People move in. People move out. Business can boom. Business can die. You can get hired. You can get fired. People get born. People get dead. People remember. People forget. Souls are saved. Souls are lost. Factory Town does not go away when you sleep. Sure, you dream. Sometimes you dream of Factory Town. Sometimes you dream of that other place.
posted by Fred Garber at 10:46 PM
We just moved to Bordertown. I am married. I have children and grandchildren. My car is silver. There is a rosary hanging from the rearview mirror. There is a bag of mints on the floor and a hammer under the driver's seat. This blog is written by me and I take responsibility for my words. The views are my own. If anything has been published elsewhere it is noted. If you have questions please email me thru this site. © 2005-2011 Frederick J. Garber All rights reserved.
7 Comments:
I just saw her, no, danced to her at Lollapalooza in Chicago.
Man....I hope I can see her live someday!!!
How did I miss her? She's spectacular. P.S. Thanks for reminding me how sweet a good ear of corn can be. Add a fresh tomato, and you're in paradise.
She is great!
She is great!
I don't even have a recollection or image of her; it just felt SO good!
I bet!!!
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