Sometimes you barter a trombone for a pick-up. Sometimes it’s a fixed vacuum for a six-pack. We barter in any relationship. I bartered with you. Two kids. A dog. One dead husband; two ex-husbands. You, one ex-wife; a few girlfriends. When a six-pack is equal to a fixed vacuum, you are good to go. Continue reading Bartering in MI by Deirdre Fagan