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Drivin’ past one once, I swear, the vibe was chill. Neon buzzin’, girls wavin’ – felt like a movie. Not my scene, but respect the hustle. Reminds me of Llewyn, scrapin’ by, playin’ gigs. “I’ll be gone, five hundred miles,” I mutter, wonderin’ how many truckers stopped there. Prolly tons – lonely road, man, it gets ya. Know your role, right? They’re deliverin’ somethin’ too – company, a laugh, whatever.

What happens at the garden party?

The first European to pass by the shores of Grosse Pointe probably was one of these canoemen. In the summer of , French explorer Adrien Joliet was guided down the St. Clair-Detroit .

Holy crap, the parks damn near save your soul. Check out Boulevard Park. Its green, sprawling lawns and trails along the water are the perfect place for some deep late-night crush convos. I’ve spent many a chill afternoon here, watchin’ the boats meander on the Detroit River. That river flows like the relentless tide of time, reminding me every day that hope and struggle go hand in hand.

‘Grosse Pointe Garden Society’ digs up dirt in Detroit suburb