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.
"Look here". He said.
"The first thing you need to learn is to never bite into a green chile.
When we test in the field, we never do that. Look here".
The first
thing you need to do is keep your emotions in check. This means, don't
try to cry, shout, swear, whine, moan, or groan your way into getting
what you want. This simply won't work. Act like a mature adult and try
to keep your emotions contained, no matter how loud the other person
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Skip: "Not sure, --maybe a skunk, dead frogs, the water
smells sometimes; maybe shit, who knows up here, could be a combination
... let's shut our windows." As another mile goes by it
starts to get a little foggy looking out the window, shadows seem to be
everywhere. See
RSR Motorsports aim for their first Daytona victory on Friday, Jan. 25.
The 2.5-hour race will kick off the GRAND-AM season, with the green flag
scheduled to wave at 1:45 p.m. EST.
After a year at Ohio University and a summer working at a
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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. Jumping off the back of the
deuce-and-half truck, brushing through the crowd of peanut girls, I
headed to the bar. It was a beautiful day with sunlight dappling the
shaded roadway. 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. A little later I waved my hand around in front of my face to
clear some of the smoke and give myself a line of sight. I drained my
beer and told Murphy that I had to bail. He slapped me on the back and
headed toward the old scarred pool table. As I walked out into the
sunlight I was thinking that I'd never have to see the inside of that
place again.