It's been fun watching these cyclists march around looking like a motley colored pack of stormtroopers. Now they are off for a five hour ride. ASitting in Sweetwater Cafe and writing, the way I began in the franchise in Royal Oak way back in 2005, which is now a Bean and Leaf independent. A woman has awoken her snoozing husband, once comfortable in an arm chair by the faux fireplace, a husband lulled to sleep by a secondhand paperback Michael Chabon novel. A trio of shopping friends swooped into the open arm chairs in moments of its vacancy. A pair of women inhabit a two top, both wearing their hair in ringlets, two Joyce Carol Oates look-a-likes. Detecting that the younger one is breastfeeding and chatting, I have given up glancing in my Two O'clock direction. I can hear them verbalizing in Portuguese.
Speaking about Two O'clock, most of the shows in Ann Arbor and Chelsea start at two, including a five hour long performance of Einstein on the Beach, without intermission. Exit and return as one wishes. I think I take to my feet and try to find the Gallery Project and drop into the University of Michigan Museum of Art. Five hours of sunshine remain.
I have heard bad news that I have to process. It's never a fire drill when one folllows a slow motion disaster.
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