East West Michigan City is the hometown of Northville homicide detective Xander Nicholson. While his partner Dan Gold deals with the Chicken Man in Northville, Xander assists his old friend Suzie and Kyle, her current boyfriend. Obviously, East West Michigan City is not the ideal place for a wild animal safari park, but while investigating the odd crime that has landed Kyle in jail, Xander discovers one being built in the small town. Smelling trouble, Xander rallies his friends and family to assist him. And he has plenty of help: Dennis, his retired, septuagenarian father; Calico, his younger bipolar depressive sister; Suzie, still attractive as ever; and Clyde, the lost bloodhound. Only this unique team can uncover the corruption and sheer stupidity driving the leaders of East West Michigan City to allow the buffalo to roam the shores of Lake Michigan.
This volume is an insightful compilation of wit, humor, political commentary, soul-searching, and love. Theresa tackles a variety of themes from lighthearted glimpses of family and friends to more thought-provoking discussions of good and evil. While her book primarily features free-verse, there is also a sprinkling of Haiku, limerick, and a sonnet.
From the preface:"THE purpose of this work is to make the reader better acquainted with that wild land which he has known from childhood, as the home of the Indian and the buffalo. The Rocky Mountain chain, distorted and rugged, has been aptly called the colossal vertebrae of our continent's broad back, and from thence, as a line, the plains, weird and wonderful, stretch eastward through Colorado, and embrace the entire western half of Kansas.Fortune, not long since, threw in my way an invitation, which I gladly accepted, to join a semi-scientific party, since somewhat known to fame through various articles in the newspaper press, in a sojourn of several months on the great plains. At a meeting held with due solemnity on the eve of starting, the Professor (to whom the reader will be introduced in the proper connection) was chosen leader of the expedition, while to my lot fell the office of editor of the future record, or rather Grand Scribe of what we were pleased to call our "Log Book." The latter now lies before me, in all its glory of shabby covers and dirty pages. Its soiled face is as honorable as that of the laborer who comes from his task in a well harvested field. Out of the sheaves gathered during our journey, I shall try and take such portions as may best supply the mental cravings of the countless thousands who hunger for the life and the lore of the far West.I have given the mistakes as well as triumphs of our expedition, and the members of the party will readily recognize their familiar camp names. The disguise will probably be pleasant, as few like to see their failures on public parade, preferring rather to leave these in barracks, and let their successes only appear at review."
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