A misguided word on Gratiot Avenue

Driving into Michigan, I missed an exit and drove a spot on Gratiot Avenue. I looked at its layers of age and color like my grandfather often eyeballed fields of corn from the gravel-edged pavement of a county two-lane: with a wonderment that makes for some unsafe driving. Before I found 94 West, I drifted beneath a series of traffic lights that either no longer functioned or operated part-time.

Not exactly Gratiot Avenue

My glimpse of that stretch is a poor basis for an impression. Still, as I drove through it and the twilight, I felt as though I was tunneling through a future archaeologist’s dream. Or the setting of a movie with no heroes–something like the beautiful, understated opening of John Huston’s Fat City. I thought of the song “Highway Patrolman,” and how its author sang ‘Michigan County’ when he ought to have said ‘Wayne County.’

Later, back at the apartment, I told my wife about a building I’d seen off of I-75 that was at least fifteen stories high and missing most of its front wall. It looked like it’d burned apart. Sara looked at me like I started talking about a particular cactus in the desert.

Almost everything I know about this part of the state comes courtesy of general bits of news and what my grandmother told me about her Depression-era childhood. It seems I have an 80-year wide image gap to bridge.

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About Jeff Mazurek

My name is Jeff. I am an introverted mumbler prone to fits of creativity. I run. I draw cartoons. I like fish and don't get my hair cut often enough. I am happily married to my wife Sara. She likes my hair short and tolerates my fondness for fish.
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2 Responses to A misguided word on Gratiot Avenue

  1. Posky says:

    You were so close to my house!

    I’m glad to see you got to enjoy some of the local color and beautiful architecture.

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