Kimberly's Story that Came with the Creepy Angel Trading Card:
I grew up in northern Michigan surrounded by white pine and wild black raspberry bushes. Every summer my family picked raspberries for pies and jams. We sold them roadside to vacationers who traveled “up north” to their summer cottages. We usually made enough money to last the year.
After the ice storm of '74, most of the raspberry bushes died and we had to move down to Detroit to live with great aunt Trudy. The summers were unbearably hot and humid. To keep cool I would run around barefoot and play in the sprinklers. The concrete streets were repaired with serpentine lines of black rubbery tar.
Under the hot summer sun, the tar would get very soft. Whenever the streets were clear of cars, I would run out and push my big toe into the tar, hot and pliant, and I thought of my wild raspberry pies.
