So I'm in bed for the night, ready to get a good night's sleep. Suddenly there's noise outside. Fireworks. Down on the river. So I get up, go outside, and take my bike down a block to the corner bar to stand in the street and watch them with everyone else. Rumor has it, it has something to to with the Saints.
Anyway, when they were done, an old man there invited me in to shoot some pool. So I went in to shoot pool and have a drink at the bar. And I got to be talking to a woman sitting next to me at the bar. Turns out that we were both living in Detroit at the same time 20 years ago, and lived RIGHT AROUND THE BLOCK FROM EACH OTHER. For three years, we lived a block apart and we both went to the same university there. Gotta wonder how many times we passed right by each other and never even knew that two decades down the road, we'd be reunited in some bar nearly 1200 miles away.
This city is so weird for stuff like this. And I love it.