I strolled into Busy Bee Hardware Store round the corner from my new house today and was greeted by a sea of Detroit gentlemen. This particular one is Richard. Richard’s grandfather bought the store in 1918 when he returned from World War I. Richard told me he was “third generation hardware.” He wondered what my story was, and when I told him I had just moved from New York, Richard informed me that didn’t seem quite right.
“Doesn’t fit you,” he said. “You’re too homey for New York.”
I am not entirely sure why (and indeed I am not sure he was right), but I do believe that was a compliment. We agreed I would give Detroit my best shot.