The North American International Auto Show is a site to be seen around the country, but in the Detroit area it is a chance for the millions of local auto workers that live here to see what they may be producing and take pride in their company's name. Every year in January, the Cobo Center hosts the Detroit version of the Auto show and every year well over a half million people make the trip to the venue to take in the glory. This is a show for everyone, even the little ones. This years event took place from January 19 thru January 27th. It was a week of beauty, style, and concept. If you are a people watcher there is something here for you. If you are a car aficionado this is your dream, and if you are just looking for your next vehicle this is the place to start. See my family has always been sort of dysfunctional and encountered endless arguments over senseless topics for as long as I can remember. The lesson of karma is that at some point in time, God, the Universe and the "powers that be" will step in with the intent of rebuilding the structure of a family broken down.

Sometimes it is (1) attorney, sometimes it is (2) attorneys and sometimes it involves the Judge. In this particular case, here is poor little "Linda" getting a divorce from "Outdoor Bob". Prior to their marriage, Linda had perfect credit and Outdoor Bob, being a rascal, had ziltch for credit. Linda was told by Mom and Dad, don't marry that bum. Well, love prevailed and they got married. site Considering cost of living in her area in the seventies, her income was suitable. A new home could be purchased for $25,000. A postage stamp rose from $0.06 in 1970 to $0.15 in 1979. I asked my mother if she could recall some prices of the decade. She remembered bread being $0.29, gas $0.74 a gallon, candy bars $0.05, soft drinks $0.10-0.15 a bottle in the early seventies and in the late seventies prices started to rise. She remembered cigarettes costing $1.00 a pack, cracker $0.29, milk $1.00 and most canned goods $0.10. As my eyeballs came back into focus, I watched him unfold the same pocket knife and as he bent to retrieve another chile from the plant, I prayed it wasn't for me. Realizing it wasn't I thanked the great capsicum god in the Hatch volcano and considered crying. After a year at Ohio University and a summer working at a buy truck online used assembly plant in Wayne, Michigan, I returned to my home in South Amherst and took a job with the Nordson Company as a tool & die maker's apprentice. My experiences at the Shadow Bar occurred more than forty years ago, but I still wonder if I should have reported the incident when I returned to Engineers Hill. I'd finally made it, I thought. A step closer to bottling our green chile sauce, a cooking sauce resplendent with flavor and I could envision a bottle on every table in America. I just needed the right chile. See, when my dad had his injury, all of the resentment, rage and shame I was feeling as a full time nanny, just melted away. When I see my dad taking steps with shaking knees, just like my granddaughter, I know that God has given me a great job. I am an angel, who teaches the art of walking in the face of fear.