If Bob Seger had been the kind of rock ‘n’ roller who trashed hotel rooms, this might be ironic. Instead, it’s just beige.
Upwards of half a century ago, when Tom Weschler could still run against the wind, he was Seger’s road manager, hoping for a Ramada and settling for less while the boss played bars and high schools and learned to be a legend.
Now Weschler’s 77, still slender but gray-bearded, and he’s struggling to make his rent at an extended stay hotel in Madison Heights. There may be hope on the horizon, because Weschler has a considerable talent of his own, but for now it’s Frosted Flakes and ramen noodles on a countertop next to a two-burner range…