I spent a few hours back in Ann Arbor today. One of my favorite bookshops, Shaman Drum, delighted me for an hour of bibliophilic immersion. Am now drinking coffee and absorbing WiFi from the old Espresso Royale, which was one of the first coffeehouses in this town, once upon a time.
We're in Michigan for a few days, visiting friends and family.
It's always strange, rich, defamiliarizing, comforting, upsetting to return here. I spent more than one-half of my life in the state of Michigan, including a full stint in higher education at the University. Ceredwyn and I were married here, and both of our children born in Michigan. I dream about certain buildings, city blocks, landscapes. Revisiting is revising, literally.
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