Personal Essays

DETROIT

Nobody had a happy tale to tell about Detroit. We'd stayed near Ann Arbor with Melissa, Sean and Ares, happy people with happy dogs, cats and kittens. Alright so one of the cats was a bit unhappy about the sudden arrival of another cat and her brood of kits, but not as unhappy as Detroit. I asked about Detroit, and heard how the only places Melissa had regularly visited were in a tight huddle, and how the police had warned Sean that if he had deliveries to make there he should know exactly where he was going and not get out till he arrived. Sean is much bigger than me, and I think it's fair to say he looks tougher, even if you were to notice the buddhist principles depicted in his tattoos.

Which leads me to this. If you and your family are driving through Detroit and one of you announces that they have to use the bathroom, wait till you get to the suburbs. There is no point in pulling off the freeway to use the facilities at a Gas station, the Gas station will have a "NO RESTROOM" sign in the window. Save yourself some stress wait till you get to "International House of Pancakes" territory.
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