THE BEAT GOES on
BIRMINGHAM, MI-From the entrance level of the Midtown Cafe (not a free plug—watch for our bill) my compadre editors and I pool reconnaissance in search of our man Flint. Being the tallest in our group as well as wearing funny shoes, I am first to spot what looks to be a wooly cactus peeking out over the balcony.
January 1, 1979
THE BEAT GOES on
In Like Flint
BIRMINGHAM, MI-From the entrance level of the Midtown Cafe (not a free plug—watch for our bill) my compadre editors and I pool reconnaissance in search of our man Flint. Being the tallest in our group as well as wearing funny shoes, I am first to spot what looks to be a wooly cactus peeking out over the balcony. It is in truth the approximate back of Don Brewer's head. So Flint are flushed . . .