Never Eat Sour Waffles

I moved from Glendale Arizona to Detroit Michigan when I was 18.  I started University the fall I moved back.  Wayne State University is in the heart of Detroit.  It was rather intimidating for me.  Considering the traffic I was used to was when one of those big combines was on the road in front of you.  Now I had to take Freeways and there was always  traffic and construction.  One day on the way home from school the freeway was closed.  This was before everybody had cellphones (think 1996).  As the freeway closes I am dumped into a seedy neighborhood.  Right around the Heidelberg Projects.  (Please check out their site, really cool) Which are cool when you mean to be there, but when you had never heard of them, it is a little spooky to see thousands of doll parts screwed to the outside of an abandoned house.  I recently drove my 9 year old through there and we had a talk about art, and different forms of it.

I don’t know what to do.  I am lost.  I am afraid to stop and ask for directions.  I look around and pick the least threatinging person I can find (driving a car).  Happens to be a little old white haired Grandma.  She can barely see over the stearing wheel of her giant Buick.  I just follow her.  She ends up stopping at Eastern Market.  It’s a neat little market center in Detriot.  There were signs there telling me how to get onto I-94.  Thank you little grandma.

I was late getting home (40 miutes).  When Mom asked me why I told her and she almost fell off her chair laughing at me.  She’s one of those people with an internal compass built in.  Where as I need to look and see where the sun is then recite “Never Eat Sour Waffles”.