Love Is In The Air

I made my calendar entry when I got the “save the date” postcard and didn’t up date it when the formal invitation arrived. That’s why we showed up at 5:00 PM for a wedding that didn’t start until 6:30. No problem. We were on Belle Isle and made a slow drive over to the Yacht Club for a pre-wedding drink. On our way we counted four other weddings; one at the Casino, one at the Anna Scripps Whitcomb Conservatory and two at the Yacht Club. Five weddings on the same night on a 900 acre city park.

Love is in the air.

The venue for the wedding we were attending was the Flynn Memorial Pavilion. I knew this building as the skating pavilion. I had not been inside since I was a kid. Ice skating was a very popular and inexpensive winter family activity. My dad would park the station wagon at this building and we’d go inside and lace up our skates then to out on the opposite side and skate around the islands created by Belle Isle’s canals. It’s fancier now than I remember it.


This was the fourth same sex wedding I’ve attended since the Supreme Court legalized such unions in Obergefell v. Hodges, in June of 2015. In two of these the partners had already been together for more than 30 years.

In this case Nick and John were both in their late 20’s, the age of so many traditional first marriages. I’d like to report that the fact that there were two grooms was a complete non-issue and it almost was. These families come from smaller communities; Nick’s in Bay City and John’s in Fowlerville. Both of their fathers’ spoke of the pride they felt for their respective sons and welcomed their new son in law into the family. But John’s younger brother’s remarks caught an emotional cord. He kidded about his older bother torturing him as older bothers do. But then spoke of his admiration and respect for how difficult it was for John to be true to himself especially in a small town.

Cue the special effects department. When the ceremony was over and the families were lining up for pictures a rainbow appeared over the Detroit River. You can see the shot I got of it with my camera phone.

And why not? Love was in the air.

Don’t Call Us Trekies

I’m an unrepentant Treker (don’t call us Trekies). 50 years ago yesterday the first episode of the original series premiered. I remember watching this innovative show on Wednesday nights while I was in High School.

In premiere episode of the spin off series “Voyger” Captain Janeway’s ship goes into a worm hole and comes out 70,000 light years from earth. I remember turning to Diane and saying “it will take them more than 70 years to get back”. Then Janeway said the very same thing on the television screen. “How did you know that?” Everyone knows a Galaxy  Class Starship’s maximum velocity is Warp 9.9. You can find a much more detailed discussion of this question here.

I had a chance to meet Leonard Nimoy when he was doing a personal appearance on behalf of George McGovern in Michigan. Long before selfies. I would treasure a photo with him

On the occasion of his death a year ago February the “Today” web site described 5 lessons Mr. Spock taught us. Including;

3. “Every life comes to an end when time demands it. Loss of life is to be mourned, but only if the life was wasted.”

Spock’s logical side often gave him practical insights into matters that humans had difficulty processing. He sacrificed his life without hesitation in 1982’s “The Wrath of Khan,” ducking into a radioactive chamber to fix the ship’s drive so the rest of the crew could escape.

With his last breaths he told Admiral Kirk not to grieve. “It is logical. The needs of the many outweigh …” to which Kirk finished, “… the needs of the few.” “Or the one,” added Spock. (But this was space opera, so in the next film Spock returned.)

Writing this I realized I haven’t seen the new film Star Trek Beyond which opened this summer.

This week end I will Make It So.

Movin on Up – To the Eastside

Last February I put my house up for sale. I asked a trusted realtor to suggest a realistic price then I added $50,000 and gave him the listing. I expected a long wait for the right buyer but I found myself packing up in May.

The buyers were a family with three teen age kids from suburban Troy. They wanted to be part of the Detroit Experience. Good for them. Mayor Duggan says he wants to be judged on whether or not people are relocating to Detroit. The last time I saw him I let him know I got him five.

This move was one of the toughest experiences of my life. It wasn’t difficult to leave the house. I was ready for that. But dealing with all the stuff in the house was much more emotional than I expected. I was going from about 5,500 square feet to 1,200. At least 85% of the contents had to go.

A good example was what to do with the box of LP records that I acquired in high school and college. I don’t own a turn table. These albums had been in the box in a corner of the basement where I placed them when I first moved in. But holding Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bookends” and mentally reviewing the playlist of songs, most of which I know by heart to this day was, um, emotional. Did I need this physical object to keep me connected to an earlier era of my life? After agonizing over it for 24 hours the answer came very clearly – NOPE. I spent the rest of the move humming “Let It Go” from Disney’s Frozen. Feel free to click the link and listen to it while reading the rest of this.

So now I’m back on my native Eastside in an “Penthouse” apartment for a year while I figure out what’s next for me. I’m in River Place – the old Parke Davis Pharmaceutical Plant on Jos Campau below Jefferson. When I was born we lived down the street on the other side of the Water Works Plant on Lemay between Jefferson and the River. We moved over by the City Airport when I was seven. But I remember being able to walk to a park and sit on the riverbank and look at Belle Isle.


Here’s one more song you can listen to.

I wouldn’t say I’m finally getting a piece of the Pie, but I’m enjoying being here.