My new adopted hometown is located just north of the Detroit city limits. But while it may share a border with the big and "dangerous" city, it's an area miles removed. For the first time I walked around the main street and stopped at the stores. I went to the used book store, the record store, the antique store, got grub at the local diner, and people watched while music was pumping through the loudspeakers and the sun shone brightly on a delightful spring afternoon. Ferndalians were milling about all over with smiles on their faces and hipster clothes on their bodies. It was an insanely wonderful atmosphere. The patios were full of customers enjoying the loosening grip of winter's cruel sting. It sort of sucks that I've not enjoyed this majesty before...
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