Travelogue: Clinton Township, MI - All About the People
[Once a month we have a company member report to us about life on the road. This month, it's Greg Triggs. sharing what went on during our recent tour in Clinton Township, MI]
I have always been confident that I could make an interesting life anywhere; not because of my infinite life skills, but because wherever you go there are interesting people. Case in point: Clinton Township, a suburb of Detroit, MI which is hosting BNHM this weekend.
We are here for about 30 hours. Our primary focus is the show. No time to explore really. We ate at National Coney Island, a nice meal at a chain which feels like a Denny’s or Perkin’s specializing in chili dogs. We’re staying at a LaQuinta, perfectly nice, but hardly oozing in local color. Our spectacular view is of a highway, a McDonald’s and a Sam’s Club.
Yet, it’s been a good day. Partially because any day spent with Katie, Deb, Tonya, Gary, Robert and Stefan is fun, mostly because we’ve met some awesome people:
The cast with Archie, the driver on the tour who made us feel like a million bucks!
· Archie, our driver. Playful. Fun. Joyful. Clearly, he’s a guy who loves Detroit and showing it off to visitors. While certainly he’s driven people far more important or well-known than ourselves, he made us feel like a million bucks.
· Calithia, the woman who checked us into the hotel. She made us feel welcomed from the get-go. We lurked for about an hour waiting for our rooms to be ready, but she never made us feel like a distraction. She was warm, helpful & served us as quickly as possible. Clone her LaQuinta. She’s a keeper.
The gracious box office staff at Macomb Community College
· The box office staff from Macomb Community College. All lovely people, proud of the community which they serve. During our 15-minute chat we touch on the college, the blessing of free tuition for the family of staff, the local rap scene, shopping, restaurants, and how I met my husband.
Years from now, when I’m older and in some sort of assisted living facility I will meet a kind nurse who tell me where she or he was born. When I hear Clinton Township I’ll be able to say, “I’ve been there!” We will reminisce, not about the Polish Art Museum or a GM Factory tour but of the people I’ll remember which to me in the long run is what matters most.