Throwback
Though I’ve had this blog for nigh unto 5 years, there’s probably a story or two about myself I’ve somehow neglected to tell.
For three years in undergrad I worked at the 7-Eleven across the street from campus. I worked second shift, 4 to midnight or six to 2 am until I graduated. This job shaped my undergrad experience at Western (much as my job in the dining hall shaped my U-M college experience), imposing a discipline on my days and isolating me from my peers. I’m not sure why I stuck at it so long. It was fairly easy and fairly well-paid, but it was somewhat disheartening basically preying on people’s vices — peddling nicotine, alcohol, and sugar. I had a boss who was something of a wanker, too.
Nonetheless, there were a few really fascinating episodes in the day after day grind of the job. On two occasions my senior year we inadvertently helped fuel block parties that turned into nasty, violent riots in the neighborhood. The image above depicts one of those events, where police were called out and repelled by rocks and bottles, then were followed by a riot squad with full length shields, clubs, and tear gas.
Anyway, I used to get into bed after work and while I was winding down I would turn on Jazz with Bob Parlocha on the local NPR station. I really missed that and now I find you can stream his show over the web. Good times.


