When you leave a place you want your last memories to be good ones. Last runs of ski trips shouldn't include falls or caught edges. Last dinners out on vacation shouldn't include burnt soup or rude waitstaff. And so there was significant pressure on us to make Sunday and Monday - our last days in Ann Arbor - awesome. Sunday we ran around on Mitchell Field and hit the Huron Towers pool and headed to Top of the Park. Monday we worked like madpeople but took a break for a great dinner with a friend at Shalimar on Main Street. In history's mind's eye, this will be the Ann Arbor we remember: a slightly hot, breezy night in folding chairs watching "Night at the Museum" at the north end of Ingalls Mall, with Burton Tower and Rackham as statuesque backdrops; in other words, Ann Arbor Summer Festival's Top of the Park.
Students at Ohio State often assert (via shoddily-made t-shirts) that Ann Arbor is a whore. I assure you she is not. This has been a great, great town to live in for a few years. Fleetwood, Kerrytown, btb, South U, Main Street, Acme Merc, Angelo's, the Arb, State & Liberty, Hoover on autumn Saturdays with drum guy, Mitchell Field, the parks, the river, Washtenaw Dairy, and the University, we'll miss you all.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007