Detroit

Rain. More rain. Black skies over Flint. Limited visibility. Flat tire before Pontiac. Changing the tire in the rain. Then: Detroit. Meeting up with my parents, my brother, and his girlfriend. The people mover. Walking in the rain. Lunch and drinks at Hockeytown. Piling into a car too small for the number of passengers inside. Then to the Eastern Market. Bert's = the best bar ever. Bobby Caldwell. Blue-eyed soul. Back into the car. Then the people mover, or as my brother's girlfriend calls it, "the people pusher." A woman calling my dad an asshole on the train. Free shots at the Baltimore. Tigers game, Section 140, 9th row, seat 5. Bad day for the home team. 11-0 loss. Diet Cokes at Oslo, too tired to stick around for the main show. Walking Woodward Ave. Next day: casual morning. Sunny skies. Renaissance Center. Walking the riverfront. Dogs, lots of dogs. Hart Plaza. Rooftop tennis courts. Driving down Warren to Dearborn for Iraqi food. Delicious. Way too much food. Then back to Saginaw.

Every time I visit a city, even one like Detroit where I have spent a lot of time, I wind up spending the following days (sometimes month) debating whether or not I'd want to move there. So tonight I have been asking myself, "What kind of job would I look for if I were to move to Detroit?" I haven't figured out the answer yet.