Driving down Jefferson in Ecorse and Wyandotte. Saw the ice floating down the river and liked the way the sun was hitting it. Pulled over in the parking lot of the Pier 500 bar and got a half-dozen shots before my battery died.
Having wandered helplessly into a blinding snowstorm Sam was greatly
relieved to see a sturdy Saint Bernard dog bounding toward him with
the traditional keg of brandy strapped to his collar.
“At last,” cried Sam, “man’s best friend — and a great big dog, too!”