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On the Road Again!

As I write this, we are only five days (or “sleeps” as our nieces and nephew used to say) from departure for Detroit Tigers Spring Training in Lakeland, Fla. Our suitcases are already packed, just awaiting our overnight travel bags.

For those who don’t know, we always drive. When we were younger, we could make the drive in two days with just one night stay “on the road.” Now, depending on how early a start we get, it can be two or three nights’ stays. If we get a late start, we usually stop in Florence, Ky., just below Cincinnati, and have dinner with my brother and his family.

We prefer to leave Grosse Pointe Woods before noon, getting us as far as Lexington, Ky., before stopping for the night. We like to get to the other side of Atlanta and past Macon, Ga., before stopping for our second night on the road. 

If we are running late, we will stop in Marietta, Ga., just north of Atlanta. (A consolation prize for running late and staying in Marietta is going to Pappadeaux, the best New Orleans seafood restaurant in the world!) The next day, we try to get up early to get through Atlanta as soon as possible. Going through Atlanta is like running the gauntlet. There is no good way through it or around. It is a punishment that has to be endured. 

In the olden days, we would drive to Orlando from northern Georgia. Nowadays, we stop in The Villages, Fla., which we hope to make our winter home someday. We will spend a few days in The Villages, touring open houses and enjoying the lifestyle. Then it is on to Orlando, our home base during Spring Training. Can’t wait! Go Tigers!

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See you around the Pointe when we get back!

John Minnis


In every March-April issue, we highlight weddings in the Pointes. This year, we share an engagement story featuring a photo session at Ford House and in The Village, a wedding that took place at Our Lady Star of the Sea Catholic Church with a reception at Assumption Cultural Center, romantic wedding hairstyles from Skye Salon, ring picks from Ahee Jewelers and private event details for bookings at The War Memorial and Ford House.

I can’t help but recall my own special day 12 years ago. Corey and I had a June wedding at St. Jane Frances de Chantal with a reception at the Hunt Club in Grosse Pointe Woods. 

This last December, I drove by Grosse Pointe Equestrian as the excavator tore through the roof of the old clubhouse. I couldn’t help but pull over, walk up and take a few photos as the two-story interior was newly exposed to the elements. There was the room where we swayed to “Make You Feel My Love,” where several now deceased family members danced, another room where we displayed a dessert table featuring French macarons and Scottish shortbread to represent where we would honeymoon, the upstairs lounge where we escaped for a few minutes, deliriously tired.

The clubhouse is also where, years ago, I enjoyed many an after-work dinner with our publisher and my aunt and uncle, Terry and John. I can remember Chef Frank popping out of the kitchen each time we dined to get our feedback on the food and to tell us the subject of his next magazine column. I also remember the warm greetings from regulars like the McNeills.

More happily, the grounds will be put to use for the horses. I love to walk up to the fence with my children and watch them wave to the enormous animals. It was also where my grandmother, who passed away last year, and I would walk when the trees lining the driveway were in springtime bloom. Those blossoms will be back soon and I’ll take that walk with my children. Farewell to the Hunt Club clubhouse. And thank you for the memories.

I imagine all of the lifelong memories being made from moments we share in these pages. I hope you enjoy reading and are inspired to reminisce about your own happy day.

Lauren McGregor