On an early June day, Ellen sent me here, to her favorite place, where she and Trixie had spent many hours in this urban oasis of nature. My first day out and the whole city lie before me--with its sadness and pain and broken dreams, the very black & white horrors of all it had endured. I wanted to see what her eyes had seen and feel what her heart had felt.
But this moment felt innocent and kind of Technicolor...And as children bustled nearby at their school picnic, I felt a sense of youthfulness & possibility & joy at a dream realized.
Open-hearted.
For those instants, all of Detroit shone...