Kyle has bad news:
Sausage got something lodged in his throat/stomach a couple weeks ago, stopped eating, then snuck outside and hasn't been seen in about a week. We're not holding out for a positive outcome at this point, having scoured the neighborhood for him, posted signs, rang doorbells, etc, to no avail. Poor Sausage. He was quite a memorable cat.
Does anyone else think this CNN article is funny? The photo looks like an ad for a tv show starring Jerry Stiller as a smarmy, frustrated father. Aww, look at him, nothing goes his way, poor guy.
Steve and I infiltrated the Michigan Central Station yesterday, an amazing building that once served as the main train hub when Detroit was thriving, but is now abandoned. Check it out here. The city had recently put up large fences with razor wire around the perimeter to keep people out, but we found a way in.
Two words: scary cool.
The ground floor is mostly two massive rooms with ornately designed arched ceilings and fancy doorways. Quite an echo too. Think Grand Central Station in NY (which had the same designer), minus people, plus years of decay. After scoping out the main area, we walked up to the roof (19 floors). Best view of Detroit ever. Period. Steve climbed the smokestake on a rickety metal ladder, which scared us both nicely. Otherwise we just explored all of the little rooms, crevaces, nooks, discarded pieces of wall and ceiling and glass, rampant cool graffiti, vacant and dangerous elevator shafts, tucked away homeless shelter, etc, on the roof and a few lower floors....the whole thing is just plain amazing. Best of all, no troubles whatsoever besides a few scrapes and startles, and besides having afterwards popped my tire at a stupid gas station, but that's another story.
Last weekend Dee and I flew up to Gloucester, Mass., a lovely little sea port town just outside of Boston, to vacation with the Scanlan family. Did you know that The Perfect Storm was set there? Now you do. Anyway, Dee's parents rented a crazy-big house on the ocean, which outside of prime rental season is occupied by vacationing priests. How would I describe the place and coastal New England in general? Well, the words 'quintesential' and 'picturesque' and 'post-card friendly' come to mind. The house itself plenty of space for the large family crowd, a wonderful view, and a great location near the town and beaches. We took plenty of good pictures, rode the St. Peter's carnival, ate some tasty food, drank a lot, visitited family a lot, baked under the sun, climbed the rocky shores, waded in the freezing cold ocean water, became overwhelmed with the size of Dee's family again, then settled into it, then enjoyed it all within a few minutes, saw Dee's younger cousins who are growing up fast (they all do...sob) , decided New England is a fantastic part of the nation, and, finally, returned home to our stir-crazy cats and leaky air conditioning unit. It's very, very leaky I'll have you know.
