Of all the stops on the trip, Detroit is my favorite.
I’ve followed Motor City’s lurid demise for a decade, obsessed with this once-vibrant community: assembly lines, soul music, architecture. Now it is a city abandoned. Broken streetlights, toxic water, imploded houses, uprooted people.
I get it.
My traveling companion’s been taking pictures throughout the trip with her Canon SharpShooter, a bon voyage gift from her husband.
What I got from my husband: a warning.
“If you’re driving across country, take a gun,” he said. “Or wait until I die.”
I hate guns. But we have a pair of scissors.
These road trip flashbacks are outtakes from a longer story: Your Roots are Showing. Stay tuned for the last snapshot in the trilogy next month!
Love your writing style, Amie!
Big juxtaposition for me. I've spoked to so many people over the years up here planning to do cross country trips and I don't think I've ever heard anyone mention the advice "bring a gun". Wild!
Thanks for sharing as always Amie :) Happy Friday