02
Feb
2010
2010
There is a working class, blue-collar bar I visit often in Flint called Jesters. To outsiders it might appear as a rough and tumble place, with an unsual mix of bikers, pool sharks, white folks, single moms, gangsters, old folks, black folks, autoworkers, young folks, latin folks, and everything in between. A true melting pot, defying [...]
