Hatching good ideas in Detroit and bobcats on the flat road

Posted on September 30, 2011


I could not decide between these subjects and concluded that I did not have to.  You get them both, an embarrassment of riches.

There is something interesting going on in the City of Detroit. Young people (like Rob the Firefighter and the Lady Alicia and the Donato brothers and an astonishing array of others near and dear to me) are making it their home and figuring out how to build a future there. They are starting new businesses and restoring vintage houses and generally living their lives with energy and zest. I am crazy about all of ’em, and I love keeping up with the things they get up to. For example, there is Hatch Detroit, “Crowd Entrepreneurship.” That bunch has the notion that an infusion of a cash investment—by them—of, say, $50,000, would be just the ticket to help one of these smart young entrepreneurs move to the next level. They are having a contest to decide where to put their $50,000, and have arrived at ten semi-finalists.

Alerted to the contest by my friend Katy, whose sons took it into their heads to revitalize bagel baking in the City of Detroit, I trotted over to the site to vote for the Detroit Institute of Bagels. That done, I checked out the other selections, and discovered Hugh, the brainchild of Joe Posch, who grew up with Rob the Firefighter. Well. A person can vote for up to four choices in this round–every day. Soooo . . . if you’re from Around Here or Around There you might want to go check it out and even cast a vote or two should you be so inclined. I don’t see how you can go wrong.

Now about the bobcats. Margie Guyot has been seeing them in her very own yard, right in front of her Possum Hollow studio out on the flat road. Looky here:

Margie wrote: I just looked up from my computer @ 9:15 this morning to see this guy standing about 15 feet from the porch. He was trying to see if my 2 young (and tender) cats were out by the studio building. He’s treed 2 of my cats already. I heard the terrible commotion & had to run out to chase him off. He just stood there, looking at me. I had time to take 2 photos. Next time I’m grabbing the rifle & firing a couple warning shots. I love bobcats — as long as they leave my cats alone.

(I know, I know, some of you have already seen these on Margie’s Facebook status, but believe it or not, there are Torch Lake Views readers who do not go there, and some of them are very interested in the subject of bobcats, yes indeed. In fact, Miss Sadie and the Cowboy are supremely interested in bobcats.)