Detroit | Dobel Street

Grill marks the spot

I’ve been all around the globe, yet standing in this spot — a stone’s throw from my childhood home — seems to heal all the worldly wounds.

I can’t wait for the weather to finally warm up, to stand behind this tiny grill again and inhale the aroma of dozens of Koegel’s franks as they blacken and spit out their scrumptious juices under the heat of the coals.

Better yet, to see the neighborhood children smiling in anticipation of a lunch made for a kid.

I think I saw snow as I drove home from the city on Wednesday, but I know it’s coming — and it’s gonna be wonderful as usual.