Exiting the People Mover at Greektown Station.
I hate to say it, but there were times in Detroit when I wished — just for a moment — that I had a concealed weapon. Those feelings weren’t justified. Evan and I ended up walking to a wonderful Cuban restaurant on Monday night and having one of the best meals we’ve had in a very long time.
Still: $150 for a concealed carry permit? Shot on the road from Detroit to Dearborn.
The billboard before the building.
Colt 45. Works every time. Taken from the Detroit People Mover.
