Monday, January 5, 2009

Greetings from Motor City



Detroit Airport, that is, where I spent 12
unexpected hours trying to change planes
on New Year's Eve.
Didn't get where I was going until well
after midnight, but Russell (the cab driver
I was with at the stroke of) and I had a
festive, if Champagne-less, moment.
Hope you were exactly where you wanted to be!
Posted by Alexa at 00:01
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4 comments:

  1. Tall GaryJanuary 5, 2009 at 2:01 AM

    Ooh. Motor City. Isn't that synonymous with Motown?

    "♫♩Baby, I Need Your Taxi. ♬♪ Got to Have All Your Back Seat♩♫."

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  2. PatJanuary 5, 2009 at 6:35 AM

    Yep, Motown is what Detroit means to me, Martha and the Vandellas, et al.

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  3. AlexaJanuary 5, 2009 at 11:45 AM

    Thanks for the link, TG. I usually think of it as Motown too—except when I'm in the airport, where all of the announcements are made in English and Japanese. Besides, we may not be able to call it Motor City too much longer!

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  4. dianasfaria.comJanuary 5, 2009 at 8:27 PM

    That is a rather sweet story Alexa. Happy New Years to you.

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