Tag: Detroit
Detroit II: Food and Fine Art
Lynn is a natural caregiver and that means she nourishes, certainly the spirit and absolutely the body. She comes by it naturally. Her late father, Joe the Plumber, was a marvelous cook; Hungarian-kitchen lore plus the resources of Cleveland’s West Side Market meant that his dining-room table needed sturdy legs even for the most ordinary…
Detroit I: The Gap-Toothed Smile
So many bad things are said about Detroit. Television programs show a city that appears to be abandoned and newspaper headlines focus on criminal proceedings against elected officials and a devastated economy. What I found was a place of broad straight avenues carrying little traffic, astonishing architecture, some well maintained and much in ruins, and…
Real Friends
I anthropomorphize. Pretty much everything, all the time. Of course, I idealize, too. Not only do I see creatures as human, but I see them as beings of the kind that I wish people were. I don’t always think about this tendency, but I have been more aware of it recently. While wandering through the…
