Super Bowl Momma

It was 1981. The Mayor of Detroit at the time was Coleman Young. In April, I marched into Cobo Hall and said, “I’m here to see John Conway.” He was the Director. Minutes later, I was telling him that I was renting 400,000 square feet of the hall for Super Bowl Weekend 1982. To me, that would not be enough space for a decent carnival midway. “John, picture it, we’re going to throw a three-day party. It will be The Biggest Game in Town for The Biggest Game in Town,” I said. He thought it was a great idea. He drew up the contract, we both signed it, and the venue was locked. Over the following months, the Mayor realized his prime real estate was taken. My code name became Super Bowl Momma as he maneuvered to rescind the contract to no avail. On January 22, 1982, my colossal, three-day, knock-out, biggest party in town began.

Anthony Hopkin’s philosophy is: “It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am, and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.”

From Let Go or Be Dragged—21 January