A hairstylist from Sterling Heights and a few other folks praying for healing down by the Green Giant on Monday night isn't quite the radical demonstration one was hoping for, but it is a start.
I have always been a fan of the more non-traditional, open your windows and start yelling like an idiot kind of protest. (Has anyone ever done that in real life?) Read somewhere in the News last month that this was the answer to Detroit's problems: to run in the streets screaming that we were mad as hell, blah blah blah.
Not being in Detroit right now is not a good thing. I have always said the city is so much worse on paper than in real life, and that is 100% true, at least for me, right now.
You read so much bad news, hear so much chatter, visit one too many message boards and suddenly, you can't even remember what it was about the city you loved in the first place.
Then you get back, and everything's as fine as it is going to get, and that's better than things are right now, because all I have where I am now are words and reports and opinions and statistics and bitchery. The chance to stare it all right in the face would cheer me up mightily.