A Card from Detroit
Cheers to all the family from vibrant downtown Detroit! We once had to prep ourselves for Maccu Picchu, but our Motor City training was even more exciting: crawling under machine gun wire, leaping water holes and hand to hand cutlery combat. Of course the twins, John and Jimmy, adored it. (Only Jimmy lost an absolutely integral member.) I do think for next month's crop of tourists the tour guides should opt out of the pre-dawn Zulu chants. Sleep is vital and I found, personally, the ululations gave my acid reflux quite a toggle. We did try awfully hard to see Motown's Birth Place but, sadly, it was sand-bagged and not at all green-zoned, as we were promised in the brochure. So the photo of the bullet-riddled plaque honoring Barry Gordon is all we could manage. Martial Law is not something you want to toy with, but during our last glorious days we were lifted out of the doldrums when John was kidnapped by the the Cribs. The SWAT team's precision was to die for.
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