The night the big story broke last March, I was home, cutting pictures of Linda Tripp out of the newspaper with plastic scissors and taping them up to frighten the roaches. My blood ran cold. Despite numerous readers who are convinced I live in Ferndale, a mental asylum or David Duke s basement, I actually do live in Huntington Woods, a sleepy set of older houses under the Detroit Zoo s water tower. Now all that seemed threatened. This service, available only to Woods homeowners, promotes civic virtue, is paid for by the city, and is hidden under sidewalk repair costs.
Nothing lasts forever, and some irritated wife evidently blew the whistle.
HW s crack law enforcement team, mostly personally trained by Barney Fife, swung into action. Accordingly, Marci was shut down, this newspaper lost a few PS ads, and civic virtue was restored. Earlier this month, she was let off with a fine. Jerry Springer, once mayor of Cincinnati, was laughed out of politics after he paid one with a check. Rumors ran wild.