“It used to be over there. Now it’s over here. But it doesn’t matter.”

teslaWe were sitting at our fave Dee-troit restaurant Green Dot Stables today, having lunch after attending NAIAS, known to me as a child as the Detroit Auto Show. Talk turned for little bit toward a summer evening long ago when Grandroobly and The Engineer wandered through the parking lot between the moomincabin and the Old Cabin opening up the hoods on all of the vee-hickles — including the regenharms’s rental car — to inspect the engines. Sam (dog, not archaeologist) stood watch on the moomincabin deck.

When I was a child in Sault Ste. Siberia, there was an era when we made annual pilgrimages to the auto show. We stayed with Grandaddy and Bolette in their Detroit home on Mark Twain Street. The Commander and I would spend the morning shopping at the downtown Hudson’s department store, where she had worked as a buyer in her first post-college job. It was a loverly multi-storied place, fabric on the 8th floor. Or was it the 12th? I can’t remember. Elevators and escalators everywhere and revolving doors and lunch on the mezzanine. The Engineer and Grandroobly? Well of course, they were at the auto show, don’tcha know! The Comm and I would walk over to Cobo Hall after our morning at Hudson’s to meet up with them and wander around a bit. At my age then (somewhere around 10 through high school), my favorite parts of the auto show were the lovely spokesmodels in their sparkly outfits. Hey, I liked to SHOP then too!

So today we picked up my first cousin once removed from his grandparents place (my aunt and uncle) at 0-skunk-30 and drove to Daytwa and picked up our daughter Lizard Breath, who is second cousin to my first cousin once removed. Does your brain hurt yet? Don’t worry, there won’t be a quiz. (How many of you know your second cousins well enough that you *care* about each other? I do not but my kids damn well do!!!)

The GG could’ve probably spent all day at the auto show. My limit is about two hours and I was happy that our Fin G4 companions were with me on that. I am pretty dern sure I know which vee-hickle I am gonna buy next although I am not going to buy any time soon. I am more interested in the design elements surrounding the vee-hickle display. Except for the huge videos that Ford projected. When I got next to them, I experienced enough vertigo that I had to grab the table behind me just for a second.

The GG likes to inspect *everything* but he has a different kind of focus going on than Grandroobly and The Engineer had. In addition to inspecting all of the vee-hickles at the auto show, he also inspected anything to do with the building utilities. Electrical boxes and waaaaaring and whatever. I actually think this is a good trait although it can be annoying sometimes.

Anyway, it was a fun day overall and maybe I will go to the auto show again in a few years.

3 Responses to ““It used to be over there. Now it’s over here. But it doesn’t matter.””

  1. Margaret Says:

    My brain is hurting, even thinking about who my second cousins would be. Not my cousins’ children because those are my 1st cousins once removed or something. Maybe I don’t have any. My limit for an auto show is about 10 minutes. 🙂

  2. Pooh Says:


    KW and I are cousins. Her daughters are second cousins to my sons. You are right, her daughters are my 1st cousins once removed. ( and vice versa).

  3. gene Says:

    That’s Pooh for you.