Visit to Northville, Michigan 4/14/16

The meeting was uneventful, as usual. The only thing that differed from other meetings was that the other members of our party had also experienced brief but very vivid hallucinations in which they were human beings. Some members expressed concern over these hallucinations, but ultimately we decided that since these incidents had ceased and all members showed up to the meeting in good condition, the incident was not as important as giving our reports.

I diligently listed off the places I had visited since our last meeting. Hank pointed out that roughly half of these visits were in the state of Michigan. Janine suggested that my watch could be malfunctioning, but I assured them that my watch was simply not running on full power. After everyone finished giving their reports, we solemnly listened to the Little Einsteins opening song two times, as is our custom, before parting ways.

I tapped my watch three times and found myself in the middle of a busy street in another suburb. Cars slammed their brakes and drivers and passengers alike screamed as I rushed to a sidewalk. I ran past street signs that read Eight Mile Rd and Center Street and continued leaving the scene at a brisk pace until I was certain that I had put some distance from the accident.

I continued walking for some time until I came across a building that read Parmenter's Northville Cider Mill.

Evidentally the building was a cider mill. Since it was spring, it was relatively empty. I assumed that the cider mill was more popular during autumn.

I walked further along, enjoying the nice weather. I passed by a Planet Fitness, as well as a strange building with an old, spinning wooden wheel. A sign some distance away called the building Henry Ford's Valve Plant, and the wheel a waterwheel, which turned the power of the running water into electricity.

I turned onto Main Street and passed by a Starbucks, which I stopped in to get some nourishment. I heard German and Korean spoken there. When I stepped out of the Starbucks, I immediately saw a church. Continuing in the same direction on Main Street, I saw many small businesses, but mostly eateries. In fact, I counted five shops that sold ice cream, frozen yogurt, and the like. There were too many restaurants and cafes for me to count. Towards the end of the area crammed with businesses was a fire station, library, post office, and police station, all in relatively close proximity to each other.

I left Main Street to walk into the Northville Library parking lot and descended some stairs to end up on West Cady Street, where I found a dog park next to a cemetery. This, for some reason, reminded me of when I visited an area of Queens, Manhattan and found a nursing home next to a funeral parlor.

I continued walking, turning down random streets, until I came across a big structure that read Northville Downs.

Judging from the symbol to the left of the letters, I assumed that people raced horses on the field.

A little tired from all of the walking, I tapped my watch once to teleport within the same town. I found myself looking at Northville High School. Since I had no particular desire to go into the building, I walked onto their track only to find myself frowning at the big orange N on the football field.

The N is very important in my culture to the point where it is in every one of our names. I found it a little unsettling to have it emblazoned on the ground where people could constantly trample over it.