Mount Clemens

Do I look like a hiker? I grew up in the country.

I grew up on a dirt road in Mount Clemens, South Carolina.

I had cornfields all around me.

We ran through woods as kids, but I ain't never went on no goddamn hike.

And I lived there when he was in his heyday.

When he was up in Mount Clemens, where I thought he was from, and all in them parts, all of a sudden now, he was born in Dearborn, Michigan, where somebody has already came on social media and said he's lying.

And he is really sitting down and talking against Abdul.

As he had the nerve, Abdul El-Saheed, which is running for Senate, Out there, somebody has drug him down to outside of Detroit, and he's sitting up there talking about this man is a wolf in sheep clothing.

I can remember I lived in a series of foster homes for a while when I was a young boy until I was about nine.

And I lay out in Mount Clemens, Michigan.

I would lay out on the grass and I would look up and I'd see these endless stars.

There was an apple orchard out there.

14 to nothing, Cougars.

3:24 to play here in the opening quarter on an absolutely beautiful night here in Mount Clemens.

Not a drop or... [laughs] Mount Clemens.

[laughs] This year, number one [indistinct] I'll tell you, the, uh, y- you get here, you get, the lights are bright.

Everything is, it, the excitement is here.

This is the murder of Marlene Warren.

[mysterious music] Marlene May McKinnon was born on the 15th of April, 1950 in Mount Clemens, Michigan, her parents being World War II veteran Leonard McKinnon and Shirley Twing.

Marlene was a lovely young girl who had a fascination with clowns.

Most people I know, myself included, have a fear of clowns, but it was the complete opposite for Marlene.

We send our very best to him.

He's at St. Joseph's of Mount Clemens.

Here's a ball low, ball one.

Remy a very fine competitor and, uh, highly regarded around the league.

His way into telegraphy came through an act of courage, though.

In 1862, he snatched three-year-old Jimmie Mackenzie from the path of a runaway freight train at the Mount Clemens station.

The boy's grateful father, the station agent, repaid him, not with money, but by teaching him telegraphy.

And Edison became an itinerant operator, drifting from town to town and already inventing in his spare time.