That notion pretty much died as soon as it was uttered, from a lack of thinks to say. And no, there's no typo in that previous sentence. But I had managed to scribble something out every other day or so, until this week. This week, well, it seems to have gotten away from me. (And by this week, I mean, since the 25th, the last time I managed to enter something in this space. For some reason, probably the holiday weekend, it really feels like today ought to be a Friday, but it's only Thursday.) And I'm totally rambling, aren't I?
So to explain...no, that'll take too long, let me sum up (cookie for whoever gets that reference. Lump of coal if you don't. www.youtube.com/watch?v=
Spent the last couple of days out Detroit way. Took advantage of a free hotel room offer at one of the casinos Tuesday night, which fortunately only cost me about 20 bucks. Beyond that mild bit of gaming, I went to the Detroit Tigers game that night, and saw them lose yet again, extending my personal losing streak to (I think) 10 games (i.e. all of last year, plus two this year). Kind of amusing/annoying that they won on Monday and Wednesday, but on Tuesday, with a far superior pitcher on the mound, and when I'm there, the Tigers get blown out 9-2. At least I met up with a couple of friends who were also at the game, because the contest really wasn't much of one.
Wednesday, after sleeping in most of the way to check out time from the hotel room, I wandered out to my old neighborhood. You see, I lived a couple of years in Detroit, in the late 90s, while I did a grad school thing at Wayne State University. I lived a block away from the Detroit Institute of Arts (where I went last week to see the Star Wars exhibit), a couple blocks away from a couple of other museums, including the Charles Wright Museum of African American History, which was today's destination. I spent the afternoon there, and still had to rush through the last few rooms, as I am what one might call "a slow traverser of museums" (credit to my friend Deidre for that language). The employee at the end of the exhibit mentioned that they let people in for free on the second Sunday of each month (which isn't something that is mentioned on their web site), so I might have to go back and give those last few rooms the attention they deserve.
Thereafter, I wandered over to the Wayne State campus proper (across the street from my old apartment) and found that things had changed in 20 years. To be honest, I was aware of that, not only from hearing about new buildings (like the gym right in the middle, which would have been amazing when I was there, and would have saved a long creepy walk all the way across I 75 (well, across the bridge over it) to the kinda scuzzy old gym (Wait, what? Scuzzy is a real word? Color me amused). I've also driven around campus on a couple of occasions, but never really walked through there since I finished up at Wayne. I went and bought a lemon iced tea from the vending machines in the undergrad library, and I had a massive flashback to so many late night study sessions in that space. Had to send a FB message to a friend who was there for many of those sessions. He very rarely uses facebook, so I hope he sees the message before the year 2020.
Got a good few steps in, too. I really don't remember the blocks being as long as they seemed today, nor the library being quite as far from my building. Time dilation, perhaps, or maybe I'm just moving slower with 20 years more wear and tear on these old bones. (That's a joke, mostly.)