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Local Writer Takes a Trip to Zingerman’s Deli on

A Winter’s Destination
I’m on my retired person’s daily designated three mile walk from the Old West Side of Ann Arbor into town and back.    We’ve hit full winter and the temperature hovers at 15 degrees and the snow piles up.   All right, so I drive my car part of the way, park on a side street, and hike out from there wearing a funereal black down coat and black lace-up boots, topped with a gray alpaca beret and Pashmina scarf to match the winter skies.    I keep my hood up for the entire trek.  By the time I reach the bricked-paved Detroit Street, I’m thinking get me out of this gray stuff and take me into a different world.  My destination is Zingerman’s Deli.

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