Let me start with this, I do not believe Whole Foods will solve any of Detroit's problems but hell, I want a one-stop-shop to buy organic whatever-the-heck-I-want. I agree that this is not the first "inner city" location but I think what is a "first" for this WF is how involved they have been in the community. They recognize that the city is not a "food desert". They are located half a mile from Eastern Market and have struck up a partnership with them. There are tons of small businesses in the city who have excellent food products and until now have not had a shared retailer from which to sell them. WF sells more "local" products than any other grocery store in the city proper. Sure I will stop in Ye Olde Butcher Shoppe for a better beer selection or some of their white chicken chili (amazing) and jump into Village or Lafayette Markets when I need a quick gallon of organic milk, but I am thrilled to have Whole Foods as a part of this city (Not so thrilled that I would have waited in line to enter but still thrilled.)
He thinks it still stands but doesn't really want to check. Legendary regardless.
Nice work brother. As I have stated in the past , running and I do not get along. Not sure where this relationship went wrong. Was it my 11 minute miles in gym class? Was it the obligatory 5 miles a day for lacrosse conditioning? We may never know but what I can tell you is that it makes my husband, the mile record holder of Scranton Middle School, very happy. If that is the only reason I run, well, that is good enough reason for me. -Callie
I have to admit. Mom and Dad told me what you wrote on Sunday. I have put off reading this knowing full well it would break me. Excellent writing brother. Here are a few things I remember about my "brother" Luke -He was always eager to please and even though he was in pain and coughing up blood, he knew it made us sad when he did this. It is as if he would pretend to be healthy all day and fall apart every evening. -Every Christmas we put presents under the tree for him. He knew there were gifts for him but wouldn't touch them until Christmas morning. We would say, "Luke, go get your present." He would sniff out a gift, bring it to the center of the room and delicately hold it down with his paw and carefully open it with his teeth. -Luke did not like it when people hugged or kissed. When I was a teenager and had a boy over, mom and dad would leave us alone but demand that my "brother" stay in the room. If ever a boy tried to get fresh, Luke would immediately sound the alarm. If I ever have a teenage daughter, I hope to teach my dog this same trick. Well done Steve. Callie