In his new book, Detroit City is the Place to Be, Mark Binelli describes the scene outside his residence in language so wonderful I had to share it with you:
“By 9 o’clock on a Sunday morning, when I’d step out to buy a newspaper, I’d spot the tailgaters bundled up like deer hunters, clutching copied Miller High Life’s between mittened fists, their breath misting the chill air alongside the smoke coming off their grilled brats.”
Such wonderful writing, it almost makes me want to quit writing. Then again, if I quit now, I have no chance of penning a sentence like that. Where would I be without delusions!