West-bound I-94 (moments later...)

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And I don't know how many times I've driven this stretch of I-94, but a significant landmark for me in years long past was a little restaurant on a bluff overlooking the Parma exit just west of Jackson. It's now the Velvet Touch...a whore house, surely serving as NO LESS a beacon for my fellow night riders!

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