Kind of a lazy day today — a drive to Ann Arbor, radio thing*, lunch at the Korean barbecue joint, back to the A2 office, phone calls, emails and the fallow period between stories when you sow your seeds and hope something sprouts.
Fortunately, it was warm and sunny. Oh, summer, come to mommy. I’ve been waiting so long.
*Someone asked in the comments for a heads-up on radio things when they happen. I’ll do that from now on, but I’m not sure when this one will air yet.
In the meantime, tomorrow will be a repeat of today. Driving to Lansing. Sunroof open, I expect.
So how about some bloggage to lead us into Mother’s Day weekend?
Not exactly a …maternal story, but a good one just the same: Riding along with a woman on her long, long way to get an abortion. (She lives in Wyoming. The clinic is in Montana. Wide open spaces.) A sad story, well-told.
This happens all the time in Grosse Pointe: The police being called for “suspicious activity” that boils down to “I saw a black person.”
A nice photo essay, with an introduction by Roy Edroso, aka alicublog. “Hyper gentrification” — a new one on me.
Friday, I hug you and kiss you.