In the almost three years that I have lived here, only a handful of my Ann Arbor friends have witnessed Ypsilanti as I see it every day.
Today, I don’t know what to call myself. My dad works as a welder at a car-parts factory. My stepmom is a third-shift stocker at Meijer. Their combined income is part of the “working middle-class.”
Gail, and most of the other residents in our small town, played an integral role in the history of Parma, shaping the place it is today.