Many of you may not be aware, as we Metro Detroiters are reminded roughly every 15 minutes, that next year’s Super Bowl will be held…here. Not in Pontiac this time, but right here in the D. It’s a good news/bad news deal. The bad news: Your chances of going to the game are close to nil, you’re not cool enough to go to any of the parties, it’ll be serious orange-barrel time this summer as the freeways are made ready and, well, there are probably a million other reasons. The good news: Take that, Columbus, Ohio!
I was thinking of the halftime show on my morning dog-walk. It should be hip-hop, or at least showcase the Detroit music scene, one of the most vibrant in the country. It will be…Motown. I mean, don’t you think? It’s inescapable. They’ll dust off whatever aging stars might still be ambulatory, beam in Diana from whatever planet she’s living on, and the whole thing will end with a battle between Smokey Robinson and Eminem, which Smokey will win, and then fireworks will go off.
God bless America.
It rained all day, drops going plinky-plunky on the skylights. What a great idea for this latitude, skylights. There’s one in our otherwise miniscule master bath, and get this — it has a pleated blind you can draw over it, I guess in case you’re worried the squirrels might see you naked.
When I interviewed in Houston last year, an editor there told me it was a “good news town.” Well, that’s one way of putting it.