This mix of excitement and dread did not flag when I noticed the security guard in his orange vest at the doorway who scanned the street behind me as he checked my ID.
As I walked toward the door my heart raced, my hands went clammy, and I felt self-conscious about my gait. As I stepped out of the car I glanced through the windshield, making sure no jacket or loose change were visible that might cause a thief to smash the glass.
I scanned the empty street looking for shadows in the dark storefronts or between two vans parked next to each other. When I parked down the street from Detroit’s R&R Saloon for the first time, I sat in my car for a moment.
