Well yesterday I went to the African World Festival in Detroit. It's an annual festival hosted by The Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History. My friend Sherri and I went. Neither of us are African American, and we were two of only a handful of other caucasians there, amongst literally thousands of African Americans. It was interesting seeing what it was like being part of a small minority for a change.
On the way to Detroit, we took a little detour through Hell, Michigan. Hell basically consists of two gift shops and a biker bar. It was a bit of a disappointment, but neither of us had been there before. And Sherri was trying to avoid another traffic jam like the one she got stuck in the last time she tried going to a festival in Detroit.
Over all, Hell wasn't such a bad place compared to some of the sections of Detroit we ended up in looking for the festival. We had a really hard time finding where we were supposed to be, and we ended up going down a very long stretch of street that was nothing but abandoned buildings. Very large abandoned buildings with all of the windows broken out. Not being from a large city, the sites seemed almost surreal to me. It's a shame really... all that land area no longer being used. They really should do some development there.
But when we got to the festival, it was at a beautiful location, right on Detroit's Riverfront which is just across the Detroit River from Windsor, Ontario, Canada. One of the stages was set up at such a spot so we could just sit there and gaze at the beautiful Windsor skyline while we listened to music.
We walked around the various booths looking at nifty African arts and crafts. I bought a whistle for a dollar. Then Sherri wanted to eat, but the lines were so long I didn't think it was worth waiting for. I went and sat and listened to more music while Sherri waited in line.
After Sherri ate, we headed back home. We asked before leaving the parking ramp the best way to get back to Lansing, cuz we didn't wanna get stuck in any bad parts of Detroit after dark. We found it out of Detroit easily enough, but ended up getting all turned around when Sherri had to make a pit stop in Howell. We ended up back-tracking and go around in circles before we found our way back on the highway. Then we ended up on a stretch of highway that we were on like 15 minutes before we got off at the Howell exit.
But, I guess we made it back eventually, around 11:30 at night. My cat was meowing like crazy when I came home. My neighbor tells me that was going on since 3:30 in the afternoon. Poor Kitty... she missed her mommy.
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