Originally Posted by
glenmiester
It was the late seventies or early eighties and my father-in-law took my wife, me, my sister-in-law and husband, and step mother-in-law out to dinner at the 'Port of Call' in Port Huron...I think that is where it was located. It was to celebrate his daughter's birthdays during the spring of the year. On the way back we stopped in downtown Detroit to check out the Ren Cen. He parked his van quite a distance away and we walked to the Ren Cen. In those days you could go up the elevator in one of the towers to a fancy bar and restaraunt. After a couple of drinks Howard, my father-in-law, decided that it was time to go. I remember like it was yesterday how he and his wife actually argued who was to have me! Was I to walk Howard to the van, or was I to stay with the group until he returned with the van? Can you imagine how my brother-in-law felt? He had to feel like he was just one of the women. You have to remember how Detroit had gotten. Coleman was in office for a few years, crime was up big time, and the 'punks' more or less had taken over the streets. As we walked down the street, it was like he was a scared child walking close behind me. We only came across one small group of thugs and I am sure that Howard had to check his shorts when we got home. That memory has stuck with me all of these years.
