Tony Signore: On the eve of desolation boulevard trip all is eerily quiet. The frozen Saginaw River is bleak and barren except for the lonely ice fishers - waiting, strings bobbing for blue gills and tommy cats that will never bite. Boxes of blue plastic gloves have been distributed to over-weight bar tenders. Man's degradation to man. Wind-whipped sidewalks shadowed by factories and captains of industry that have long since moved to warmer climates will have to be traversed by bear swilling immigrants looking for a warm hamburger and a hot cup of coffee. How many bridges to we have to cross? How many empty parking lots? Is that a man with a rifle on top of that building? How many abandoned boat slips? How many scantily clad hooter's waitresses will have to insulted? Bay City awaits. We will try and stab it with our steely knives, but you know how it will end. Pizza at 2:00 in the morning and not enough beds to go around. Man's degradation indeed.
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