Little Demons

Am spending my last two days at my current job killing time, which has involved me popping around the web reading articles including the following 2004 interview with Jack and Meg White.

In it, they discuss how Detroit—the town they grew up in—has gone to hell in a handcart, to which Meg offers an interesting theory why:

JW: I read old books about Detroit from the '20s and '30s, and it was such a beautiful city, but it's been destroyed. You think how wonderful it could've been if it had just stayed that way.

MW: I discovered the other day what the problem is.

JW: What?

MW: It's in this book I was reading. Apparently, there's a little red demon that haunts the city, and before every major bad thing that's happened, it's appeared to somebody. Last time, he appeared in a Cadillac.

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Baby demons in Caddys, you say? Awesome...

By the bye, I would like to share with the congregation my belief that Meg White is just too damn cute.

Furthermore, I wanted to add that my one and only trip to downtown Detroit in 2003 (during a day trip to Windsor where I discovered the glories of five-pin bowling) was nothing short of surreal. To those who've never seen it, amidst what would otherwise be a bustling hub of downtown activity a la restaurants, bars, and department stores a la Chicago, Detroit's version resembled a post-apocalyptic ghost town complete with empty sidewalks and old papers blowing in the wind.

Or at least it seemed that way at the US/Canada border crossing station. Like I said, I don't live in Detroit--so my take on the town in limited--but that's how it struck me.

Okay, babbling over...