Day - twa

We enter the Detroit streets. If you saw only this, you'd think us grand. The Renaissance Center towers above. It's bright and black. The river is less than a dreaming distance away. The evening sun shines dimly. On the corner of Randolph and Monroe we pass a place called "Chicken Bunchies Biscuits." Detroit. Wooo! I see the unlit lights of Comerica Park. The new Hard Rock Cafe comes up on the right and we start to come up on the festival. There are some white tents and people walking around. We're going to try to find some secure parking, so as not to get jacked. But there's also this sense -- Benny P in Kenya do you agree? -- when you go into a place that renders you a little bit more vulnerable than usual that you're not complacent and that you may see things you don't normally see. It's a question of travel. Plato was happy to sit quietly in his room. cf Bishop, "The choice is never wide and never free."