Detroit is, moreso than DC, the capital of America. It is a pure distillation of our Republic; its golden age was our golden age, its problems are our problems. Its tragic fall is ours. Those who cared enough to salvage it are the best of us. We win when Detroit is great again.
getting drunk with the boys watching "star wars" and my comments about C3PO start getting increasingly inappropriate and sexual. at least twice i refer to him by my ex-wife's name
The problem with Michigan weather:
Summer and fall are unbeatable and unreplicable.
You can move away to a warmer climate. I did.
But it's not the same.
Not the same cool breeze. Not the same sound the wind makes moving through the trees. Not the same pine smell. The grass feels and smells different.
So you can leave, and miss all that. Or you can stay, and put up with rest of it. The cold, the clouds, the mud and snow. And find something good in that, too. I did.
Barkeep at the tavern in the far away village to which I have traveled: Hero, our town has been plagued by a Goblin Prince whose underlings have been terrorizing our villagers. His den lies eastward, beyond the wheat fields.
Me: ok do you have voodoo ranger