What a week — I mean last week; I’m a bit late, here. Monday is what really set it off. MOST of the day was all right, but at around 6:30 p.m. I got in my car.
First, I heard the news about Robin Williams from the car radio. It was as if someone cracked a two-by-four across my chest. I didn’t realize I felt as much affection and admiration for him as I apparently do. I don’t have anything more to say, especially nothing that hasn’t already been said. Just … damn.
And then I started driving. It had rained all day, already, but the heaviest part of the storm was in full swing. I avoided the freeway because the traffic reporters said parts were flooding already, but the surface streets were no better. At one point, one very long, long point, I circled Ferndale repeatedly trying to avoid huge expanses of standing water on the streets. Finally there was nothing to do except drive through some of these expanses. (Well, I could’ve gone back to Java Hutt and stayed for hours and hours of coffee.) At one point my car was floating, and I passed a stalled commuter bus. It took 4 1/2 hours to get home — it usually takes only 25-30 minutes.
Most of the freeways were closed well into Tuesday. The interchange of I-75 and I-696 didn’t open until Thursday, and there is still damage to be repaired in that area. And there are many, many streets lined with furniture, boxes, and carpeting that had been in basements that flooded. Some wag, invoking the huge hurricane of 2005, called this storm Latrina because of the basement flooding. Fortunately, my neighborhood was in between two significant floods and was relatively dry. It helps that I have no basement.
Then add all the other things going on: the civic violence in Ferguson, Missouri, the campaign against ISIL in Iraq, the conflict between Ukraine and Russia, the conflict between Hamas and Israel… it was a rough week and I wasn’t even involved in any of that stuff.
A big improvement came with the weekend, though. Dave came up and we went to the Woodward Dream Cruise. This was the 20th annual event, and you would expect photos here, except… well, I do have some. We cruised in my silly modern car on Friday, and on Saturday we parked and walked around Woodward between 12 Mile and 13 Mile Roads. It was fun and I didn’t even think about how sucky the world is for minutes at a time.