We keep wondering about the Man-Who-Talks-To-God as we see him around Ann Arbor time and time again, a walking, breathing legend. His often red-painted nails, his computer type gadget that could be an etch-a-sketch, but is probably some combination of ham radio and Speak & Spell game, all these characteristics combine to create one interesting fellow. If you are ever in Ann Arbor and you see him, say hi. It can't hurt.
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Any reasonably clean animal skull.
A healing stone (the kind of smooth rock with a natural hole in the middle).
Neat, old 8 mm movies.
Independent filmmaker to creatively film a wedding.
Locations of interesting graffitti and similar artwork.
A simple, non-designer chook.