After 3 weeks back in Detroit, we’re finally on the move in a way that is starting to seem real. We flew out at 6:30 Friday morning. After a not so unexpected late night of burning meat and celebratory beers we made it to the airport with just enough time to stand in the security
One of the most common questions we’re asked is “What are you going to eat?” Anybody that knows Soph and I knows that food is very important to us in terms of health and as a way to connect with others. The idea of being consigned to wangling our provisions from rural Alaskan gas stations
This is literally just a bunch of pictures of various cornhole boards downtown. I like to imagine Uncle Dan taking a few hours off from being the Leviathan of Detroit to show up at a relative’s house that he doesn’t really like for a 4th of July party. At said party he notices that all
Sunday morning I had planned a bike ride with an old friend. This is one of my favorite past times in Detroit. We moved away about three years ago and things have changed. The city has filled in with feral hipsters and aging millennials who’ve adopted the David Beckham hairstyle as the last do they