“It’s been 14 or 15 years since I’ve last seen you.
I was 60 years old.
Just a kid with a crazy dream”
— Leonard Cohen
I wasn’t the only one in the Detroit metro area waiting for the chance to spend an evening with Leonard. The Fox Theatre looked was at capacity, and surely any open seats were at the very furthest reaches of the theatre. And from the look of the crowd, we had all traveled sundry paths through life to get to this night, to be here at this very theatre together. Being the Fox Theatre, one of Detroit’s most treasured architectural gems, some people were dressed to the nines, or even as far as the tens: women in glittery evening gowns, men suited or tuxedo’d. Conversely, I saw lots of sandals and long, braided hair, bandannas and hippy dresses. I passed one man of about 60 in skin tight, cut-off jean shorts, a flannel shirt with sleeves cut off at the shoulder, a fanny pack around his waste. The audience was half opera, half Opry.