It was a cheap, nondescript hotel that rented out rooms to a hodgepodge of people. I lived there for two years, beginning in 1968, while I attended Wayne State University. There were long-term residents on social security, short-timers, and graduate students, like me. My apartment was on the second floor. It was plain and uninspiring. It had a small living room with an open kitchen at one end. There was a little table against the wall placed near a 1950’s orange vinyl couch. There was a secondhand easy chair. There were windows on one side that faced the Detroit street below.
This is so moving I had tears in my eyes. Richard, please keep writing.