Happiness. It's relative.
“He didn’t hold out a lot of hope.” This was my husband’s summary of our mechanic’s reaction to my 17-year-old Thunderbird limping into his lot this afternoon. “Either it’s leaking coolant or the engine’s eating it. And he says he couldn’t find a leak… Continue Reading “My Car is Dying”
Everyone’s in love with Detroit. Why is that? It’s the Bangladesh of 2013. Where’s George Harrison when we need him? To talk about Detroit, one has to first offer evidence of street cred. I never lived in Detroit, I lived in Southfield, what was… Continue Reading “Everyone’s in Love with Detroit”
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