I am writing this from my son's apartment in a north Detroit suburb. We're watching the Lions and Dolphins battling against each other. By this time tomorrow, my state finals game will be over, and we'll be probably be back on I-75, for the long drive home.
The trip down there was interesting.
Now usually when I make a late fall trip to Detroit or thereabouts, the weather is cloudy and gray and even snowy (especially south of the bridge). Not this time. The sun was out. The low angle sun of fall. I was getting some of that through the side window. Also, the sun was being reflected off the waters of Lake Michigan, and I was getting that through the side window.
The bottom line: tons of glare for the driver to deal with. It burned my eyes, and gave me a headache. But we got to the bridge, and I took a photo of it ...
"The bridge" is the Mackinac Bridge, which is about five miles long and was built in 1957. Until then, you got from one peninsula to the other via ferry, over waters that can get pretty choppy.
We stopped for lunch just south of the bridge, where I took some Tylenols and tried to rest my eyes. But the burning feeling never really went away until after the sun set. We eventually got to the motel (in Flint) and stayed there Wednesday night. It's a Red Roof Inn. (Yeah, we go first class.) By the way, the motel says it has internet access. And they do. But it's the kind of internet access where you have to send your credit card info to T-Mobile. No thank you!
On Thanksgiving morning, we drove down to my older son's place, and that brings you up to date. Of course, as soon as we arrived, both sons got to doing what they like to do: videogames ...
That's David seated and Phil looking over his shoulder. I sent a copy of this photo home to Mom, and I'll call her in a little while.
It's getting close to halftime, and Phil's going out during the break in the action to get something at McDonald's. I've got my doubts that he'll find one open, but he says the one he's going to is open 24 hours. We'll see. Later this afternoon, we're going to a place where a Thanksgiving dinner is being served. So maybe I'll get some pumpkin pie after all.
That's it for now. Once I get home, I'll have tons of writing (and unwinding) to do, so I won't be able to complete the story until early next week.
Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. To you Canadians, sorry this is over a month late. By the way, we're not crossing over to Windsor, Ontario, today. Too much hassle, says my son, what with customs and all. And the exchange rate is not favorable to the American dollar, which is a lot weaker than it was just a few years ago. Well, we all know why.
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