“Excuse me French” The after glow.
A flowing tribute… to the river that runs through it.
Local lore... marching down Cass Corridor.
Our version of Mardi Gras... Detroit style "oohs and ahs!"
Tracing roots... while we, in turn, root him out, the very personification...
"Nain, Nain, go away!" knowing he'll come back, that "small, dark, ugly crimson figure with pointed teeth and glowing ember eyes, roaming around our city as a harbinger of misfortune" And local lore has it why we continue to apologize to the French for our mispronunciations. Not only of "Marche du Nain Rouge" but the same avenue we have so many franks, thanks to them. I mean, how can you even think of having a coney dog around here without mention of "La-Fy-ette" Nice try.
Weird hysteria lesson: While we continue to try and root this dude out, did you know it was another future ally that chased Detroit, about halfway to Chicago? As in why the previous capital of Michigan moved to Lansing,...???
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