ann arbor is overrated.

This month’s Observer prints a piece by a man who was ready to leave the Deuce after a series of harrowing events. “My wife got caught in a football-Saturday traffic jam. My daughter had an altercation on the school bus…Ann Arbor was still a dream, but it was rapidly becoming the sort from which you wake up screaming.” And he hasn’t even mentioned the traumatizing ordeal of going to Whole Foods and having to park on the side of the shopping center that’s closer to Walgreens.

But then he saw the Arborland “A” and reconsidered. Or something. “Suddenly, I worried it wouldn’t be the same if I had to drive twenty minutes to see B.B. King at Hill Auditorium…It wouldn’t be the same, because then I would be a visitor.”