the blight

For fifteen years, maybe even twenty, I’ve been dreaming, thinking and wondering about the Motor City. I cannot recall if it was a movie or a book or what, but something has had me fascinated by this place in a huge and inexplicable way for a long time. Today I am fulfilling the fantasy.

I drove in on I-96 on what became a gloriously partly cloudy instead of heavy and gray Saturday and beelined it for the Eastern Market, opening day for the season. My timing was juuuust right to catch the final few vendors packing up.