It’s one-third over — in the June/July/August sense of the word — but I am enjoying this summer tremendously. Don’t want to jinx it. I’ve been out plenty, seen friends, seen some music, done some things I haven’t done before, eaten lots of vegetables. The weather’s been nice, and even the rain is cooperating (for now).
Today I and two friends took a bike ride through Midtown, Mexicantown and Downriver. We were out two hours and saw, among other things:
** the studio where parts of “Hot Buttered Soul” were recorded (now closed);
** part of the Koch brothers’ pet coke stash (suspected);
** a seagull rookery;
** a steel mill;
** the Iron Coffins’ Detroit clubhouse;
…and a lot more I’m probably forgetting. When it was all over, a cold Oberon. Tonight? Fireworks.
I hope your season is going as swimmingly.
By the way, I can’t swim yet. Not until my eye doctor signs off on it. Truth be told, I’m not missing it. (Yet.)
My trip up north was interesting, and I’ll tell you more about it as the stories gel. It was pleasant to come back downstate — to terrible weather, but a little more balance in the media. The Free Press makes a case I expect we’ll hear a lot more of in coming weeks and months: Excluding gays from full participation in public life is an economic-development issue, and we’re not just talking about weddings.
Thanks to Roy for pointing out the obvious about the week’s other culture-war story: It’s not “liberals” who are beating up on Paula Deen and causing her economic pain, but, duh, corporations. When Walmart and Target are doing the heavy lifting, how is it liberals’ fault?
Look, straight people getting married! “We’re almost a minority now.” Um, no.
More on the growing trend of employers of low-wage employees paying them via debit-card.
And into the holiday week we go.