May 31, 2013
Detroit City FC 4, FC Sparta Michigan 1
DCFC Kevin Taylor 5′
DCFC Kevin Taylor 26′ PK
DCFC Miche’li Lipari 32′
DCFC Kevin Taylor 53′
FC Sparta Gabriel Poulino 81′ PK
This was quite a memorable evening. The 7:30 PM game time had thick, dark clouds looming overhead as the two Michigan-based NPSL teams took to the pitch. The first match earlier in the season went easily in DCFC’s direction, and after a couple weeks, FC Sparta had a handful of fans that dared cross the threshold of Cass Tech. The first video below I was inside the gate, readying myself for recording the Northern Guard Supporters. A woman and her young son (maybe 8 or 9 years old) stood nearby, curious. She seemed entertained as the NGS marched in and gathered beyond the fence. But once the “Can You Hear Sparta Sing?” chant began, I started recording and watched the woman. She gasped after hearing “We Don’t Hear a Fucking Thing!”
The Word of the Day is “Trust” was my short story which won the 2009 Michigan Bar Journal Short Story Contest. It has since been published in Written in the Mitten 2013: A Celebration of Michigan Writers (Heron Bay Books, 2013) and Legends: A Literary Journal from Grey Wolfe Publishing, Summer, 2013 (Grey Wolfe Publishing, 2013).
The Word of the Day is “Trust”
I rushed through the hall on the second floor of the Circuit Court building, weaving between lawyers and lay persons, with Jennifer Clarke’s file under my arm. It was fifteen minutes before the hearing when I entered the court room.
Most of the people in the room were seated, chatting softly with each other. Neither the panel nor the judge had taken their places yet. I scanned the room and saw a familiar face. How could I miss her? She wore a tight v-neck white blouse beneath a form-fitting cherry red jacket and a short black skirt with nylons to match. She sat in the first row, putting her in as close to the center of the court room as one could get. When she saw me, she rose, drawing the lustful stare of every male in the room.
But why the hell was she there? She had been to my office on a number of occasions, letting me know that she was not thrilled with my handling of Jennifer’s case. It was unnecessary for her to show up in the court room to annoy me further.
“Martin,” she said softly. Her aromatic perfume engulfed me. “What’s going to happen?”
“I don’t know, Kristin,” I said, meeting her tawny eyes. “I have to go in the back and talk to her.”
“Marty, I really didn’t think…”
I've been in Doha for a little over two weeks. I had planned a few more posts in my "Letting Go" series, but simply ran out of time in the run up to my departure date.
But, I'm pausing before the semester starts to complete the series. Today, I want to talk about my support system in Grundy.
This morning on Bloomberg International TV, I watched an interview of photographer, Sally Mann. She talked about aching for her home state of Virginia and the deep kindness of its people. I understood exactly what she was talking about.
Every month, I visit my nearest independent book store (Book Beat in Southfield, Nicola’s Books and Literati Book Store in Ann Arbor, and both Brilliant Books and Horizon Books when I’m in Traverse City) to pick up the Indie Next List by IndieBound. I’ve come to rely on this monthly guide, finding good reads, such as The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins (January, ’15), Alphabet by Kathy Page (December, ’14), The Enchanted by Rene Denfeld (March, ’14), The Sun and Other Stars by Brigid Pasulka (February, ’14), and Stop Here by Beverly Gologorsky (December, ’13) to name a few. And what usually happens is I’ll find a novel (or two or three) that sounds like a good read, find the book on the shelf, then give it some thought either as to whether I should buy it now or save it for later purchase (depends on the bank account at the time).
I stopped in Nicola’s Books while in Ann Arbor about three weeks ago, picked up the August, ’15 Indie Next listing, found a comfy chair, and looked through the offerings. An unusually high number of four titles caught my eye.