It was a gathering of five decades of old friends, some of whom you were yet to meet. All you had to do was reach out and touch somebody’s hand. The oldest was Glady Mae Lowery. The youngest was a guy who hasn’t yet started collecting Social Security. I, for a little while, forgot all the troubles of the world. And it wasn’t until I got home that I remembered it was held at the Ukrainian cultural center.
My wife and I went for a hot dog at Coney Island and found ourselves at this beautiful garden, part of the Greening of Detroit.