I was walking along Seventh Street near the Hagerty Building one summer afternoon when a middle-aged couple approached me. “You live here?” the woman asked and I nodded. “Where is downtown?” her husband asked, holding up his phone to show me a map of somewhere else.
“I can help,” I said. “You’re almost there.” The woman smiled. “Are there little shops?” I assured her there were lots of little shops eager to sell her something. “Go to the corner of Cass,” I said, pointing at the street and the sign, “Then turn left, go two blocks and you’re on Front Street, downtown.”
The husband wasn’t looking at the street or the sign; he was looking at his phone. “Which way on Front?” he asked and I laughed. “Either way,” I said, “Lots of little shops.”
They both thanked me profusely and I was smiling as I went on…
