THE BEAT GOES ON
GARDEN CITY, MI—It was a warm, sunny spring day in Detroit—the kind you don’t get a lot of, so when you do, you better make the best of it. No girl-watching for me, though: I was expected at CREEM. I pulled the Volare into the law offices next to the CREEM Building.
THE BEAT GOES ON
Blackfoot’s Pick-Up On Platinum Street
GARDEN CITY, MI—It was a warm, sunny spring day in Detroit—the kind you don’t get a lot of, so when you do, you better make the best of it. No girl-watching for me, though: I was expected at CREEM.
I pulled the Volare into the law offices next to the CREEM Building. It’s a great place to park because it’s free and there’s plenty of room. A scrawny steno looked over the Volare, which needed to be washed, and then me, and said, “You can’t park here. This is for the law office. ”
“Sue me,” I said, giving her my best hangover grin.
Inside the CREEM Building, I punched the tenth floor and watched the ash on my cigarette grow steadily. So did the doorman, who once threw me out for dropping ashes on the white carpet in the lobby. As the door opened, I stepped inside, flicked my ash into the lobby and gave the doorman the high sign.