She and I were walking with Holga's on this day in downtown Calumet, shooting street things as I talked about my grandparents living there (Laurium) and moving to Detroit when the mines went on strike in 1912. I can only imagine what a trip that would have been by buggy and rail across the U.P. and down the entire lower peninsula to an unknown urban area that to them, must have seemed like a different planet. Our distant relatives were much braver than we. If there were a Trump back then, I would be Canadian and speaking French.