Americas most dangerous city, Detroit, greeted me with open arms–or was that just my dear friend Steve’s 6-foot 4-inch wingspan? I went to “the GR” (Grand Rapids) as the locals call it to photograph a wedding. It was great–but more on that later!
As I drove to Grand Rapids the snow welcomed me–and kept on keepin’ on. So much that the three-lane highway I had traversed on the way there had been transformed into one lane of mostly-clear asphalt. The fierce snowstorm and blizzard-like conditions made the journey back to Detroit on Sunday a slow and cold one.