Indigenous peoples of Ann Arbor

There's this maize-and-blue clad tribe that believe they have an ancestral right to my outdoor electricity outlet. On "game day," their most important festival, they use it to feed their TV, this oracle of pre-game chatter that sits in the back of their SUV, at the center of beer-drinking, burger-eating, nerf-tossing gaiety.

I feel a slight affront to my sense of private property, but what is rent compared to culture? They were here before I came, and they will be here when Michigan, to me, is a memory.