One, Two, Three Strikes You're Out
Today, Nick and I went up to Comerica Park to enjoy a slice of America's supposed favorite pastime. The Tigers' performance was less than spectacular, however. Error upon error made for a pretty painful viewing, though we took it in good fun. The sun took its toll on me, leaving its mark in unflattering patterns and hues on selective areas of my body. Is it hot in here? Yes.
Every time I go downtown, I'm reminded of what a great city Detroit really could be. I went downtown a weekend or two ago to visit Slow's BBQ, which was delicious. I took Michigan Ave all the way in from Westland. If only there was some economic vitality that didn't consist of scores of adult entertainment venues. I really think the city can be great. I'm hoping it will be in time, rivaling some of the greats: New York, Chicago, screw L.A.
Ah... I wish I could wax philosophical a little while longer, but my homework is beckoning.
Every time I go downtown, I'm reminded of what a great city Detroit really could be. I went downtown a weekend or two ago to visit Slow's BBQ, which was delicious. I took Michigan Ave all the way in from Westland. If only there was some economic vitality that didn't consist of scores of adult entertainment venues. I really think the city can be great. I'm hoping it will be in time, rivaling some of the greats: New York, Chicago, screw L.A.
Ah... I wish I could wax philosophical a little while longer, but my homework is beckoning.