Tuesday, March 28, 2023

 

The Loft

 

My dad did much of his work in a loft over a store in the Eastern Market, which to some people is the heart of Detroit. It's a gathering place where people from all over come to buy fruit and vegetables and all sorts of other things, depending on the day. It was kind of the perfect place for my dad to do what he does-- he just had to look out the window to see all sorts of interesting people. 
 
It was dusty. Much of the space was taken up by the store for storage. On Saturdays, sometimes people just wandered in from the market. Musicians practiced next door, and that could be good or bad, depending on the musicians. But there really was a magic to it, and I'll miss it. 
 
 

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