When did we start saying “so, this happened” to describe, um, stuff that happened? Don’t know? Well, what does it matter? Anyway, this happened:
That was the Pooch Prance, at the Ford house, formally known as Edsel and Eleanor’s Crib on Lake St. Clair. Has there ever been grass so green, sky and water so blue, a day so fair? Don’t think so. We raised a tidy sum for the shelter pups, and Wendy met her fan club, all the ladies who took care of her before she came to us in June. We made two laps of the estate, watched the raffle and watched the people, who were more interesting than the dogs, frankly. (At one point there was an announcement that whoever left three dogs in a silver Toyota should take them out, and there was an audible gasp throughout the tent. Wrong place to pull that move, whoever did that.)
Thanks to all of you who donated to the cause. We met several dogs who had been adopted through the Michigan Anti-Cruelty Society; they do make a difference, and now so do you.
Also, this happened:
Those are members of the local Hare Krishna temple, venerating the deities. Six times a day they do this. Yes, it was the day of our annual ride to say hello and Hare Krishna to our near-neighbors. This year, we took a tour of the old Fisher mansion, where the temple is located. Quite a place, with its spectacular craftsmanship — Pewabic tile, painted leather walls, carved everything, gold leaf everything else, parquet and inlay and yadda-to-the-yadda — now augmented with paintings of Krishna and flowers and stuff. The place has hardly been lovingly cared for over the years, but the floors have nary a creak, they’re so solid.
Detroit never stops surprising you.
How Syria built its chemical-weapon stockpile under the world’s noses…
…with a little help via the untracked seas.
Let’s have a good week, all.