"The sole cause of man's unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room." - Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel.
And so off we went to Wyandotte, Michigan, an 11 mile drive through the eye-watering grime of Zug Island, past Ford Motor Company's gigantic River Rouge megaplant and beyond the belching necessity that is the Marathon oil refinery.
Having always passed by the 'downriver' towns en route to Ohio (and then quickly on to the rest of country!) it was our first time in Wyandotte. Perched, as it is, on the edge of a gray, industrial zone only serves to magnify the green and gold shimmering tree-lined streets dutifully returning some oxygen into the air. It's almost an impossibly Rockwellian place, devoid of any pretension or airs. A one-corporation town (BASF have a large facility there), a picturesque waterfront along which curves the main thoroughfare and street after street of picture-perfect houses. It's on one of these streets that Katie and Tom have decided to set down roots, buying their first home as they embark on their life as husband and wife (to be!). Meeting new people and discovering new places is one of the perks of our job, whether we travel 11 miles or 1,100.
