My first trip to Detroit was inspired by lawn seat tickets to a Lauryn Hill concert many moons ago.
My second trip… involved a chair up against the door of a hotel room that I definitely did not book. It was a layover gone wrong, very wrong. The airline, which I will not name, because I’ve likely cursed all of them by now, also assumed that I’d appreciate an indoor pool with enough chemicals to take out a zoo. I instead used my towel as a barrier between my very tired body and the bed.
And my third trip, ah…
The North American International Auto Show is as cool as it seems. I’m not even a ‘car person,’ but wow! Each hunk of metal is something special, falling somewhere between art and architecture. I just had to touch one or two. The smile came naturally.