Traffic was creeping along slower than molasses. In a glance across the median I saw people walking amongst the cars selling cotton candy. Long poles strung with bags of the pink fluff bounced up and down as the hawkers wove in and out of the slow moving traffic.
My thoughts immediately turned to I-75 on Labor Day weekend as the masses from Detroit head north for one final fling in the woods before the trees become bare and snow falls from the sky. Why not sell cotton candy along the side of the highway?