I’d never been to Greenfield Village and the Henry Ford Museum. It’s an impressing place. We got to ride in Model T’s and on an old stream train and watch glass blowers (my favorite) and make candles and all kinds of other stuff. The museum boast Lincoln’s chair at the Ford Theater and the actual bus (restored) that Rosa Parks rode back in the mid-50s. All the kids got to sit in her seat. There was much more to do, but it would take a couple days to do everything.
I like the fish on the storm drains at Greenfield Village. I’ll end with that shot as I got to get some work accomplished. I also got to find time to write more of my “Country Boy” memories as well as catch up on some book reviews. I really enjoyed Michael Perry’s Population: 485. He’s a Yankee version of Rick Bragg, whose family memoirs I’ve recently reviewed. I also want to capture my nostalgic views of Edward Berkowitz, Something Happened: A Political and Cultural Overview of the Seventies. Although work is still crazy, I’m planning on heading back across the state next week to take in a Tiger’s game.