Tales from the assembly line
by Ben Hamper
Review by Brian Wright

For my mother it [Family Night at the old Fisher Body Plant in Flint] was at least one night of the year when she could verify the old man’s whereabouts. One night a year when she could be reasonably assured that my father wasn’t lurchin’ over a pool table at the Patio Lounge or picklin’ his gizzard at any one of a thousand beer joints out on Dort Highway. My father loved his drink.  He wasn’t nearly as fond of labor. — from the first page Continue reading →