My senior year in high school in the hinterlands of Michigan, my parents allowed me to make the occasional field trip to Ann Arbor, that den of iniquity and free-thinking.
After my first visit, I remember very clearly giving a "trip report" at dinner. "...and we saw this old, weird black guy. They said he was called 'Jake the Shake!'" I told my family somewhat breathlessly. "You mean Shakey Jake!" corrected my (much) older brother, who attended the U of M in the early 70's.
Listen to this wonderful archived audio essay on Jake by Jennifer Guerra for NPR's Weekend America. Like Jennifer, I remember many times when Jake told me he was "on the move," and I always wondered, where?
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