RUMMAGING HENRY'S ATTIC

摘要

I HAD THE GOOD FORTUNE TO have all deadlines temporarily squared away and no immediate engagements, so I flew from L.A. back east to Ann Arbor, Michigan, to visit my dad for a long weekend. As luck would have it, my always-busy attorney brother also had a slight lift in his schedule, so he flew in from Philly and joined us - just the three of us "batchin' it" for a few days in my long-ago hometown: dinner at the Gandy Dancer (a one-time railroad station turned dark-wooded ode to seafood and steak), animated conversations about football coach Jim Harbaugh and the prospects for our beloved Wolverines, a quiet visit to my Mom's gravesite. We also decided to "go somewhere," and, though my brother and father are into cars about as much as they are Justin Bieber, no one objected to my suggestion of an afternoon at the Henry Ford Museum in nearby Dearborn.