Corey and I bolted off the train so fast we almost didn’t get a chance to say good bye. We were four; Corey and I plus two ladies set to see their loved ones in Ann Arbor. We don’t always make friends on the train but sometimes we do and it really makes it, the delays, the lousy food, someone’s iPad playing a cartoon too loud, almost worth it. But then in Battle Creek the train stopped and didn’t start again. Amtrak provided four busses to finish the journey but only one was direct to Detroit. So we said a quick goodbye then trudged off into the cold night not sure of what to expect.

Sometimes Corey and I play a game called “Who Else Would Think This Is Fun?” We played this game while walking a mile through deep snow down Michigan Avenue. Feet never felt so cold. We would have played it on the bus but the game isn’t as much fun to play when you’re not having that great a time either. 

It might not always be the best of times but the only thing I love more than traveling with Corey is Corey herself.

We were walking towards Third Man Records from the Detroit Institute of Arts (must see, one of the great art museums) when we stopped for coffee inside a Wayne State building. Turns out it was their auditorium. And there were dozens of high school kids and parents and adults all milling around. A little coffee, a few questions and we spent the next forty-five minutes watching a small high school production of some bizarre absurdist tale. It was actually a lot of fun. The kind of fun though that you had to be there to understand. And that’s how we roll.