random photos from around the town

that can only be seen if you click on the words, "read more." it is sound advise, though, Jared's teachers complain that he reads too much.  more detail can be seen when you click a pic, if you wish.

as if everybody didn't know, REVOK has wreaked havoc on the city with the Detroit beautification project.

 beauty is in the eye of the beholder -- no doubt -- i sometimes like street art and especially stuff by local guys, however, this seems to have opened up the door for the multitudes to put -- mostly -- junk, everywhere, on every sign, building or stationary car, occupied, or not

east of Gratiot, on St Aubin, there is nothing to paint, with only the illustrious Hotel St Aubin still standing.  there has been a tremendous amount of removal all the way through (literally, they've been plowed) the industrial complexes abutting I-94, likely the harbinger of some grand new development ill-advisedly in the shadow of the incinerator

 unpainted but re-opened is the old acquarium, to the delight of all the white people that no longer live in the city.

 still a cool place; very accessable for the kids -- Will enjoyed hopping up on the rails, just like we to did many decades ago.  The ichthy population and, specifically the rarer types, has been depleted quite a bit over the years of closure

 but they have done a nice job filling the empy tanks with interesting exhibits

 depleted is the theme of the city as view at the corner of Woodward and seventy-five does witness -- that hideous building with the crappy, blue, peg-board facade - so long cherished as it briefly housed MOTOWN - is history as tax-dodger Mike Illitch makes space for his new arena that he wants tax-payers to help fund.  Also, the pickle factory is missing.

completely unrelated, and randomly placed photo -- here are the boys with a dinosaur, found lurking on the Cranbrook grounds

 elsewhere -- the view out the window of not Hirt's on the third floor.  After the family kerfluffle, the store re-opened as something, like, DeVries cheese and the counter windows disappeard but not the lines. 

 three happy reports of baskets still holding their place on the third floor, the creepy elevator remains creepy and the cheese is still absurdly good

Also, the posts on the main floor are still numbered...  Many ghosts shuffle, there, on tired feet, arms weary, holding bags and boxes, yet hopeful a long knife will offer forth a thin sample of Danish blue or creamy cheddar at the ring of the bell and the call for next.

around the ever more popular midtown which was once known as the culteral center and cass corridor, where trying to get through DIA crowds has become trying, old favorites are still accessable, and the lentil soup is still good, and Goodwell's still makes a darn fine falafal pita -- that was a life saver back when the forest arms weren't on fire.  Across a block and down south to Canfield, the Auburn is fully sprung to life, looking exactly like it was drawn, tenants, though, transient.

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