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.
Been holding off on these; they just don’t taste like anything but cool weather to me. Alas, their time has come. Four bucks per stalk.
Added: A terrible photo of a typical street-vendor item. I see this stuff everywhere. Every so often I read a column by some earnest doofus, wondering why African Americans don’t vote Republican more often. Really? Really?
Sunflowers. In sun.
