The Bunker

Lately, we've been trying to familiarize ourselves with Detroit by driving around until we find Hamtown rather than looking at a map. Mostly, our map isn't very useful because it's in several pieces and also from the Milliken administration.


A Detroit police car actually followed us down Rosa Parks Blvd for several minutes before speeding past and running a stop sign.



Boy Scouts of America and a house on Rosa Parks and Warren.


A little over a year ago, I stayed with my Grandma Dean for a week and she talked about how excited Grandpa was about moving to the new suburbs of Middleville. They drove out every weekend from their first house on Eastern and Alexander in Grand Rapids on newly-opened M-37 to look at the house construction.


Now I know what she meant. Steve and I drove to Hamtramck on Sunday to get a paper and wander town a bit. It's so fun just to be in Hamtramck. I had so much fun, I didn't take any pictures.


We were going to have shish-kabobs on Conant, but they were closed for Ramadan, so we headed over to the Salvador Deli on Yemans for lunch. The food was great and they had a mellow DJ. Yes, a DJ. Steve tells me you can't walk 10 ft in New York without bumping into one, but I'd never seen a DJ hanging out in a deli. Very cool.


After lunch, we bought some chocolate covered wafer blocks from Croatia at the corner grocery next to the deli. Their regular stock includes grape leaves and spice packets for dishes I've never heard of. Local sausage, too.


On the way home, we drove through Highland Park and another area of Detroit.




Handyman special.