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!
road trip: summer flashback
LOVE IT!
Yes, wonderful viewpoint! What you do in 100 words is incredible. I think I am going to try it. You bring us into a world, your world, a world, their world awash with intense inner imagery. Thank you!