A reader of the site just sent this photo to me. I’d heard a while ago, from the former manager of the bar, that the roof had fallen in, but it’s amazing to actually see it. I think I’ve mentioned it here before, but this is where, about 17 years ago, I met Linette. I’d come with my friends from Ann Arbor to make noise on the foot-tall stage of Cross Street Station. I can’t recall if the band was Yeti Load or Prehensile Monkey Tailed Skink, but I remember everybody leaving that part of the bar once we started assaulting our instruments with vibrators and drills. One girl stayed, though… and I married her. I think there’s probably a lesson in there somewhere, but I don’t have time to think about it now, as she’s in the other room, waiting for me with a bottle of wine… Anyway, my hope is that the collapsing Cross Street Station isn’t somehow an analogy for our relationship. I mentioned this to Oliva, who took the photo, and she was quick to point out how beautiful the rays of light were, breaking through what used to be the roof of the building. So, maybe it is an analogy, but maybe it’s a positive one… At any rate, the building is condemned, and I imagine that, sooner or later, it will come down. I was never a regular there, but I know that it meant a lot to a great many people in the area, and I’ll be sad to see it go.
The collapse of Cross Street Station
By Mark | April 19, 2010