Word: annelies
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...beneath the noisy surface of the city and outside the safe lives of the enrolled, was an Ann Arbor of precarious living--of streetpeople, young runaways and the dissolute, and of the more hardened and streetwise. It is here that Kimberly Rath had moved, not to an office job and a life with structure, but to this itinerant underground. And here, with time to kill, she began to hang out in Harley's head shop off South Main...
...been in Ann Arbor five weeks when she met Harley. She told him, and she's still not sure she wasn't lying, that she had been picked by a man called "the Great" by those who dealt with him in Ann Arbor's drug scene, on her hitch in from Kalamazoo. The Great put her up "until she got settled," Harley says, in a left over row of dingy closed-out storefronts by the train tracks--in the center of the industrialized area off Route 23 just beyond Mr. Flood's Get Your Foreign Car Fixed garage and Super...
This was 1969 when the macrobiotic wave was still gaining momentum, especially in its midwestern stronghold of Ann Arbor. The stories that had been appearing frequently in the newspapers, of people starving on the diet, of dying from salt poisoning and malnutrition, would hardly signal caution to Kimberly, who had a habit of extremism. And soon enough, macrobiotics had become her new gospel. Following Regime No. 7, no more than grain and tea, she cut out all drugs and stopped having sex. She stopped talking and living everything but the new found religion of macrobiotics. She would, of course, located...
Kimberly Rath stayed in Ann Arbor and adopted another life and style. And this one not too different from the one she had fled in Troy two and a half years before...
This much is gleaned from heresay, for the manager has disappeared and the help has been overhauled. In a place as ragged and permissive as Ann Arbor the affair was not one to attract notice, and no one knows who might have known Kimberly Rath in these last months. It is difficult to picture Kimberly, the daredevil mischief maker, the enthusaiast and extremist, the wild child living high and happy with a madness holed up in this middle-aged hideaway. Perhaps she needs this, a steady straight place, that could impose a predictable order on her days and restore...