I was as surprised as he was. Nice camouflage.

Finally, sun. Finally, spring. Happy Easter to all.

One thing I love about Detroit: All these ethnicities have their own food traditions. And they’re all sold in the markets.

Something a little different from the buskers, today. That washtub bass sounded pretty sweet.

Haven’t done one of these for a while. Today’s theme: The good ol’ days.

Me: So what does sassafras tea taste like?

Seller: About what you’d expect.

Me: So …boiled bark?

Seller: Yeah.

No sale, but amused.

College visit the first. It only looks like Hogwarts.

Art gallery in a former police precinct. Another Detroit attraction.

Banksy, too:

It’s about that time…

He was singing “Hail to the Victors,” and closed with a raspberry to “those cheaters, Ohio State.”

His sister said he always wanted to drive it.