From Detroit: “Riding the bus with Gary Winslow: Tourette syndrome," by Michael Jackman

This was a tough one, ya’ll. Feeling groggy, just barely out of bed, I got on the 53 Woodward bus around 9 a.m. like I usually do and paid my fare. I don’t remember whether it was the last or second-to-last quarter I put in the machine, but right around that time I heard this loud unfamiliar noise. (Read more here.)