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1. Cindy Scroggins on February 8th, 2010 at 2:50 pm

   I’m almost packed.

2. Sheila Ryan on February 8th, 2010 at 2:57 pm

   If I’m out when you get there, the key will be under that chunk of rubble snaggled by all the weeds. I’ll be in Bloomfield Hills trying to seduce Elmore Leonard. See you in the morning, if not before.

3. Cindy Scroggins on February 8th, 2010 at 3:01 pm

   roger

4. Rick Neece on February 8th, 2010 at 6:51 pm

   Of our stint in Detroit, I can tell you this, if I can type fast enough to get it down. One of my staff at Saks, at “Sixteen mile,” was a performance artist. We got ourselves down, to the seedier side of downtown Detroit, one evening, to see his show, which notice of was posted on the front page of the Sunday Arts section of the Detroit Free Press the Sunday before. Of his performance I remember two things. One, him, dressed only in a diaper and rattling wildly the bars of a cage that was the only thing on the stage in bleak light. And second a piece I believe he called “He Touched Me.” Also in a singular spotlight. He, in fetal position, centered on the stage, holding a garage utility light, shining the light on various parts of his nearly naked body. I don’t remember what he sang. And it was a song. His pain was incarnate. I still feel devastated by the vision he presented.

   On my last day in the city, I took him to lunch, said “Russell, I fully expect to see you on the front page of the Arts Section of The New York Times someday.” Perhaps he has already appeared and I missed it.

   He was a trial as an employee, but I loved him.

5. Sheila Ryan on February 8th, 2010 at 7:02 pm

   Rick, I love Detroit and I love you.

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