Orange. In Michigan.

“Welcome to Detroit, where we have two seasons, winter and construction,” my aunt greeted me. True, so true. I haven’t seen a flake of snow, but have seen fourteen roadblocks, detours, and miles upon miles upon orange barrels upon my arrival into the Detroit metropolitan area.

It’s true. Construction everywhere. In the one mile drive to the Mervyn’s store, two detours. It’s good to be orange in Michigan.

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