Here is a link to a terrific poem in the latest New Yorker, by a poet named Bob Hicok. Turns out that he's not only another native Michigander, he's also friend of my good friend Keith Taylor in Ann Arbor. I should have known all this, of course, but here I am taking note, a little late, thanks to Hicok's funny and poignant new poem about being from Michigan, which is something I know a little bit about. Go out and buy his books.
In which I mostly write about books, movies, and TV. An all-purpose spoiler alert: Sometimes I will talk about these works on the assumption that the reader's already read or seen them, so if you haven't, be forewarned.
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