Sunday, near Germfask.
Sunday, July 14th, 1996It’s a quiet Sunday morning here in the Helmer/Curtis/McMillan/Germfask/Newberry metroplex, way up above the 45th parallel, in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, where all the corn is good looking and all the people are, well, almost uncomfortably uniformly white.
Yes, there is a town named Germfask up here. Sounds to me like some sort of biochemical [...]
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