detroit city after the game still has a lot of life in it.
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“this city is what it is because our citizens are what they are.”
-plato
Sep5
Tag Archives: city life
Aug3
i predict one of these two teams will win. – gilbert gottfried
international futball took over the city for the weekend
it started with a lively party on main street the night before
with rockers like flint eastwood entertaining the masses
and became more sedate when the sun came up
with ornamatik
an acoustic balkan band
and the outdoor outfitters got into the fun
and even the young tailgaters enjoyed the excitement
and it was a good weekend
to be on foot.
oh, and there was a match at the stadium.
Sep29
and then…….!
a day of ups and downs and ups again. began with the farmer’s market – flowers, fruits, veggies, jams, babies finding music there and dancing to live strings as the sun gleamed down. and then…. a car surprise – went from oil change in 15 minutes and 19 dollars, to front suspension in 2.5 hours and 838 dollars. threw in a free light bulb. and then…..thai dinner – hot spicy fun and laughter and burning lips with friends, including our volleyball player in a cast ‘with a slight break/chip’. and then……ran into aut/out-fest, filled with rainbows, beads, italian ices and drag queens. and then…..wandered into a wedding back at the scene of the morning farmers market, more music and beauty everywhere. and then… a bicycle built for 7. full circle. and then…….
But then there are magical, beautiful things in the world.
There’s incredible acts of kindness and bravery, and in the most unlikely places, and it gives you hope.
Aug11
what has 4 wheels and writes?
i am fascinated, time and again, by my garbagemen. they’ve taken on the role of old-school catholic nuns – strict with their rules, calling me out in front of everyone, and trying to teach me using a tough love approach, though they use ink rather than chalk as their medium of choice, and rap my knuckles with pens rather than wooden rulers.
i am always amazed, that for some reason, there are times when they see fit to stop on their route and write me a note, leaving sticky notes on top of my bins. these notes tell me what i’ve done wrong: bins too close together, wrong item in the wrong bin, green bin to the left of the blue bin, trash not in alphabetical order, and god knows what else, a myriad of my garbage sins.
i find it hilarious that they will take the time to stop and write me these notes rather than just moving a bin over 8.5 inches if need be, taking the trash, and going on with their day. no, instead, they leave it full and with a note atop, promising to be back the next week at the appointed hour to attempt to pick it up again, when my mistake has been corrected. i imagine, at that point they figure i will have done my penance and they will have forgiven me my sins and they are willing and able help me to dispose of my trash, so that i can start anew with a clean slate once again. these guys are all forgiving and have no limit to trying to teach me to do better, and i plan to give them a lovely pen set for christmas this year.
I lived through the garbage. I might as well dine on the caviar . Beverly Sills
I didn't have my glasses on.... 