Doc here, a man who some say knows that the best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view.
There are a few contributors that when their e-mails hit my in-box, I get truly excited to read them. And right on top of that list is Johnny Paradise. His reports take us on a journey, and through his words we transport ourselves to where he was once.
And it's a glorious ride.
Take it away, sir.
On a sleepy summer Sunday afternoon in Bay City, Michigan, time does anything but move quickly.
It ambles, it saunters, it strolls along quiet small town streets that seem, despite unmistakable touches of modern flair, to have been permanently etched in that undefined but palpably real place known as yesteryear.