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| A view from John K. King Bookstore |
My trip back to Michigan has sadly come to a close. After
spending four very active days in Detroit, I slowed down the last few days to
spend time with friends and family. However, I did do something uniquely
Michigan during my last days in the Great Lakes State.
Day 5
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| Franklin Cider Mill |
Thursday was a cold and rainy day in Detroit after a
beautiful week of weather. My wife and I were going to take the girls to a cider mill to spend some time outdoors, but we decided to leave them at their grandma and
grandpa's house where they could stay warm, dry and full of the junk food that we do
not allow at home.
We did some shopping in the suburbs where I was able to get
some rain boats and a Detroit Tigers t-shirt with “Kaline” and the number 6 on
the back. We then visited the
Franklin
Cider Mill.
The Franklin Cider Mill was built in 1837, the same year that
Michigan became a state. It is located in Bloomfield Hills, on 14 Mile Road
about one mile west of Telegraph Road.
I had been to the Franklin Cider when I was young, but I
could only remember that it was the brown building, while Yates Cider Mill in
Rochester was the red building. I went to Yates last year and was impressed by
the petting zoo and the walking trail, but I knew Franklin did not have these
amusements. Instead, Franklin just makes apple cider, donuts, baked goods, jams
and honey.
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| Old tractor outside the mill |
We did not spend much time walking around the cider mill
because of the weather, but we did see the giant mill wheel and appreciated the
view of the stream that cuts through the grounds between the parking lot and
the mill. Once we entered the building, I was overcome will the smell of the
donuts. We purchased cider, some apple pie bread and a half dozen donuts, but
the donuts were the highlight by far (and that’s saying a lot since the cider
is very good too). The donuts are purely delicious…especially when you eat them
fresh and warm. Just amazing.
Day 6
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| Sign in the driveway of King books |
We were going to hang out at my parent’s house in the
suburbs, but I felt Detroit calling me back. I had read about
John K. King
bookstore in Detroit, Michigan's largest rare and used bookstore, and needed to visit.
I love the smell of old
books and the feel of their old and worn pages on my fingertips as I flip
through their pages. Even if I do not buy anything, I often will wander into a
used bookstore when I am in a new town. Just being around all of that
recorded knowledge gives me a sense of pride in humanity's intellectual accomplishments.
John K. King opened his first bookstore in Dearborn in 1971;
soon moved to Detroit; and bought the current four-story building at 901 West
Lafayette in 1983. Even though the store has only been at its current location
for 30 years, it feels like it’s been there for 100. The building looks and feels
old with its dusty, metal-framed windows, brick walls and creaky wood floors,
but it also feels like a used bookstore should. The older hardcover books seem
to have settled into place on the shelves…almost is if they came with the
building.
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| A small portion of the store's collection |
Much like visiting a great museum, like the
DIA, I could
have spent a whole day wandering through the aisles of fiction, poetry,
history, religion and art books. On this day, I focused on the Michigan and
Detroit history sections.
The store has a wonderful collection of
Michigan-related civil war books, city directories and state and county histories. I rarely enter a used bookstore looking for a specific book. Instead, I
wander around the store until a book finds me. As I perused the stacks, one title grabbed my attention, "Detroit Is My Own Hometown," a book about Detroit
in the 1940s when Detroit was still in the midst of its golden
age.
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| Stairway and entrance to floor 2 of the bookstore |
I hope to visit John King Books again when I have more time.
If you love books and live in the Detroit area or happen to visit Detroit,
there is no excuse for not visiting this store at least once.
After visiting John King Books, we drove to the
Woodbridge neighborhood of Detroit near Wayne State University, and had a delicious lunch at the
Woodbridge Pub. Woodbridge is neighborhood with many Victorian homes. A community garden with colorful picnic tables sits across from the pub, and the nearby streets are full of well maintained homes.
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| Community garden in Woodbridge |
On the side of a house next to Woodbridge Pub are the words
ARTINWOODBRIDGE.COM. Art in Woodbridge is an effort to bring public art to the neighborhood. As a result of their efforts, several murals and sculptures line Woodbridge's streets. For photos of this art, please visit their website above.
The neighborhood feels vibrant. This is not the stereotypical depressed Detroit. On this sunny day, I could feel the hope and sense of community reflecting off the art and the windows of the the neighborhood's homes.
Final thoughts about my week in Detroit
Detroit is a beautiful place. Yes, there are neighborhoods
that are drowning in blight that I did not visit, but there are ongoing efforts
to combat that blight. Ignoring the blight on my blog will not make it go away,
but why write about something that national media seems to write about every
day, especially when there are so many interesting things to do in this city?
In only six
days, I visited an amazing zoo, an international riverfront, a world class
museum, wonderful restaurants, a baseball diamond where legends once roamed and
an outdoor market that pulses like the heart of the city. Those six days were
not enough to do everything I wanted to.
Detroit is alive. Detroit is beautiful. Detroit will never
die.
Detroit is my own hometown.
