Detroit, Part One

We were transported from the Towne of Anne Harbour, Mishigan, by yet another Locomotive under the Jurisdiction of Amtrak. As we wound our slow Way through the barren south-eastern Outskirts of Detroit, Tovio recounted to myself numerous Tales of Interest regarding this Citadel. Some were Stories to make One laugh, but Most were of a darker Hue, One of Sorrow and Contempt, Ones, as I have been told repeatedly, most characteristic of this dark hole of Humanity.

Upon arriving at the Locomotive Station, We quickly gathered up our Things and dismounted the Trayn. We spent some Time looking for the Stables, but our Efforts proved fruitless, and even the few Passers-by we accosted could not (or would not) assist Us. Thus We were forced to travel on Foot to Fourth Street, Whence We would stay for a While at Randy's Apartment. As It happened, Fourth Street was also my travelling Companion's former Dwelling-Place.

We whiled away the Afternoon feasting on Rice & Lentilles and conversing with Randy. We also amused Ourselves with rather distasteful "Video-Game Playing". Only when the Sun was low in the Western Smog of Detroit (pronounced Detwahh) and the Clouds were a crimson Red did We leave for Cafe D'Mongo's Speakeasy, Whence We were to play our Show that Night.

Shortly after our Arrival at the aforementioned Speakeasy, a three-piece Jazz Band entered Larry D'Mongo's Establishment, loudly demanding to be attended to. As It turned out, They were booked to play a Gig Tonight as well! You can imagine our Surprise at this newly-acquired Knowledge. Well, long Story short, We were ne'er permitted to play our Set that Night, due to Mongo's Displeasure with the constant Changing of Bands. It wasn't the first Time, nor the Last, that the Calliope of the Future would be upstaged by a three-piece Jazz Band from Detroit.