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Detroit Immersion Week
Jul. 6th, 2013 03:21 pmHuh.
The Most Excellent Spouse and I are kind of on a roll when it comes to doing Detroit-type things.
Sunday: Went to the 1885 Log Cabin in Palmer Park. The cabin's not in the best shape, but it's standing, which is more than you can say of many of the homes on the opposite side of Woodward. Anyway, this log cabin picnic thing featured local food vendors and live music. Pretty nice and we scored some good eats... all in all this "free" event cost us about sixty bucks in donations and munchies. I'd never been to Palmer Park before, but it's pretty neat. The surrounding apartment buildings were once Detroit's gay enclave, which has since moved up Woodward into the city of Ferndale.
Wednesday: Took in a showing of A Band Called Death, an engaging documentary that didn't seem to place full faith in the music of the band in question but was definitely worth seeing. The spouse and I are both perplexed that we somehow missed the story when Death got noticed a few years back. Viewing this also rammed home how much of an assimilated Detroiter I am, as I responded viscerally to the Detroit footage but not to the brief shots of San Francisco. I've never known a city this intimately, though-- it does help to have a car!
Afterward we walked to Greenfield Village and saw the fireworks show for free-- a nice perk of living where we do. We were close enough to hear the orchestra playing along.
Thursday: OMG so many fireworks please stop the air is turning gray.
Last NIght: we were supposed to go to the DFT to see a film about the Grande Ballroom, but the people we were supposed to meet there didn't confirm and we stayed home and drank beer floats made with homemade ice cream that never congealed. Good intentions, I guess.
The Most Excellent Spouse and I are kind of on a roll when it comes to doing Detroit-type things.
Sunday: Went to the 1885 Log Cabin in Palmer Park. The cabin's not in the best shape, but it's standing, which is more than you can say of many of the homes on the opposite side of Woodward. Anyway, this log cabin picnic thing featured local food vendors and live music. Pretty nice and we scored some good eats... all in all this "free" event cost us about sixty bucks in donations and munchies. I'd never been to Palmer Park before, but it's pretty neat. The surrounding apartment buildings were once Detroit's gay enclave, which has since moved up Woodward into the city of Ferndale.
Wednesday: Took in a showing of A Band Called Death, an engaging documentary that didn't seem to place full faith in the music of the band in question but was definitely worth seeing. The spouse and I are both perplexed that we somehow missed the story when Death got noticed a few years back. Viewing this also rammed home how much of an assimilated Detroiter I am, as I responded viscerally to the Detroit footage but not to the brief shots of San Francisco. I've never known a city this intimately, though-- it does help to have a car!
Afterward we walked to Greenfield Village and saw the fireworks show for free-- a nice perk of living where we do. We were close enough to hear the orchestra playing along.
Thursday: OMG so many fireworks please stop the air is turning gray.
Last NIght: we were supposed to go to the DFT to see a film about the Grande Ballroom, but the people we were supposed to meet there didn't confirm and we stayed home and drank beer floats made with homemade ice cream that never congealed. Good intentions, I guess.
