Coming off a two-week stretch that saw way too many bullets fly in Detroit, this is what we needed. A reminder that, at its best, Detroit is tough to beat.
During a sunny lunch hour on the river as kids scurried through The Fountain at GM Plaza, I heard the sweet tunes from this guy. Seated just across the sidewalk from the river, he was playing a bluesy-acoustic version of "Sweet Home, Chicago". He ad-libbed the lyrics and tapped his toe on a tambourine pedal. It wasn't easy to get myself back on the bike and return to work, but it was therapeutic all the same.