They’re stepping off the curb, near the city courthouse. “72 hours from now we’ll be half an hour from getting married,” she says. He says, “Holy shiza!” and she laughs. — She’s eighteen, just out of high school. She’s taking a gap year, to work. She says she doesn’t have any real callings or talents.Continue reading “Strange Tales from the Midwestern Front: What You’re Missing If You’re Not Forced to Take the Bus in a Mid-Sized City in Michigan”