A Friday night drive down Detroit Ave in Lakewood showed me why I still live here
Twenty minutes of brake lights between Warren and Bunts should have ruined my mood, but I caught myself grinning at the pickleball players, the bakery line spilling onto the sidewalk, and a guy waving people across the crosswalk, and it hit me that the hassle is kind of the whole point, so what stretch of the westshore makes you feel that way?