The way back machine today takes us back to July of 1967 when young Tim was just a bump in the belly of his mother. As I was not alive yet, my sources for this story are the many family members who have told various versions of it over the years so here goes.
As has been written about extensively in the papers recently, the Detroit riots occurred in late July of 1967, the 50th (don't want to call it an anniversary) year since this week. This is not a story about 12th and Clairmount though; my story takes place in Farmington, Michigan when Hugo, Donna, Colleen and Dan moved there from Nankin ("don't call it Westland" as my dad would say) Township prior to this scribes arrival in November. The riots were in full mode and young Hugo was painting a room. And what is a requirement for painting? A cold beer. One hiccup in getting said beer for Hugo was that all the beer stores in the city and burbs were closed due to the riots. The man would not be denied and drove to Ohio to purchase said beer, came back and finished his paint job.
Outstanding perseverance Dad!
Trail Head
