This is a place I used to visit when I was little. My Dad used to recieve treatment for cancer at Detroits Harper hospital. I remember spending a lot of time in the hospital waiting, wondering why all of this was necessary. For an eleven year old I dealt with the whole thing pretty well. Before my Dad got too sick to leave the hospital he used to take me down to Greek town to ride the people mover. We didnt do much, other than “people watch” on the people mover. That was my first dose of a city, and Detroit is a city that has sharp contrasts compared to most cities. There was a man in the People mover station at Joe Louis arena doing caricatures. My Dad paid him like five dollars to sketch a picture of me. I still have the picture, he ended up just doing a portrait. In the end my Dad lost his battle, and my days in Detroit were no more. I guess thats the last place I really saw him, so it seems gray. But none of this has to do with the city of Detroit personally, its just exagerated memories from a time when I was just a boy.