I live in Ann Arbor. This week, I was sitting at a stoplight on State Street waiting to make a turn. The light was a turn on green only.
As I waited for the light to change, I noticed a gentleman in a pick up truck right behind me waving his arm out the window. I assumed he was a bit impatient and was expressing his frustration with me in not turning, even though the light was red. As I looked through the very rare glare of the winter sun through my windshield, I could still see him in my mirror waving his hat and yelling something. I pointed to the green light but he was very insistent.
I carefully opened the door of my car. As I stepped out, I saw he was waving a Detroit Tiger baseball cap. He yelled, “Your license plate! I can’t believe Mickey Lolich is gone!”…