While traveling through Detroit writing Predictability in 2005, something fortunate happened. (Fortunate coincidences would eventually prove the theme of the trip.) I met a group of writers in a bar called Gusoline Alley in Royal Oak. I struck up conversations with them, received encouragement and even an offer for a blurb in the Real Detroit Weekly newspaper by a kind man named Robert del Valle. I left the bar that night with renewed enthusiasm for my journey and thrilled that I might get a little bit of press. I left Detroit and called back to my good friend Brian to see if the blurb had been printed, but somehow we missed it. I guess I assumed Mr. del Valle never got around to writing it.
Last week, like finding a twenty-dollar bill in your old brown corduroys, I discovered the two-year old blurb, printed three weeks after the day I met him. I am thrilled to have found it and thank Robert del Valle should he ever swing by the site. (No, I didn't find it while Googling myself. Well, actually yes. That's how I found it.)
To read what happened to Theo in Detroit, please visit that chapter.
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