The weather gave us a break the last couple of days. All my friends were making jokes on Facebook about that odd glowing orb in the sky. Ha ha. I took advantage and did my usual one-hour cruise from my house to Mariner Park in Detroit and back. No one was exercising their pit bull in the field, but the fishing plaza was full, as usual. Someone had their car parked with the doors open, playing old-skool:
You can see why it’s a popular place. The marina to the northeast is in Grosse Pointe Park’s Windmill Pointe Park, for my money the best of the six residents-only parks in the GP. I can’t go there without an invitation — when they say residents-only, they mean it — but I’ve been there enough to get, y’know, a feel of the place. It includes a pool, fitness center, movie theater, etc. Mariner Park doesn’t even have a bathroom, but I have never visited when people weren’t having a good time. People bring hibachis and coolers and sometimes cook the fish fresh out of the water. Hard to go wrong with that.
That whole area down there is great to explore. Much of it is standard dilapidated Detroit ghetto, but even here, it’s location, location, location, and there are many hidden gems down there. I gasped when I first saw this one, a little bit of Newport Beach in the frost belt. It’s on Harbor Island Road, a one-block stretch that is indeed an island, surrounded by canals, reachable by one bridge. The residents could probably gate it if they wanted. Most of it is far more modest housing than this, with a community garden at the end.
This city, it is a complicated place. Not everything is as it seems. I was pleased to get out and see a bit of it yesterday. Today it’s rainy and overcast again. Balls.
But get out I must, so I will leave you with some bloggage that will tie you up all day:
Nearly 100 fantastic pieces of journalism from 2010, much of which you probably missed. I know I did. Who can keep up with the information barrage? And still, somehow Kim Kardashian pushes her way through. Go figure. Anyway, quality stuff there. You’ll like something in it, I promise.
Is there actually a restaurant in Los Angeles called Pink Taco? And people eat there? Ew.
I didn’t watch the GOP debate last night. Did you? What did I miss? I’m intrigued by this frame grab; are they all pledging allegiance, or what?
That’s it for me, today. Sorry. Friday morning is as busy as Mondays lately. Have a great weekend.