I've kind of lost track of political correctness. I don't know what is acceptable terminology anymore.
But what I do know is that, as a high schooler and into my college years, my buddies and I would descend on Hart Plaza in downtown Detroit and partake in "ethnic" food, people watch, and maybe have a nip or two.
Yes, it was before we were of legal drinking age. Amazing how enterprising teenagers can be.
Anyhow, they called them Ethnic Festivals and they would rotate throughout the summer, on the weekends.
You know---Greek, Italian, Arab-American, etc.
The Plaza would be host to live music, vendor stands/kiosks and underneath, in the below-ground portion of the Plaza, were loads of food nooks. Imagine an underground food court, like they have at the malls.
All you needed to do to find the food vendors below was to follow your nose. The food was yummy. There was also a marvelous view of Windsor, including the iconic Canadian Club sign east of the Plaza, with its gargantuan, lighted-up letters.
For whatever reason, the Festivals used to attract some of the most bizarre people that Detroit had to offer.
My friends and I would call these folks "characters" and to be approached by them---which happened more often than you might think---was to be "characterized."
They were mostly street bums---probably homeless. But there were also individuals who were just plain eccentric and strange looking, wandering around aimlessly. Sometimes they would stop us and ask for money or booze or just start talking gibberish.
We likely did some of that aimless wandering around too, come to think of it. Maybe even the gibberish, depending on what time of night you're talking.
But it was a fine way for teenage boys to spend a summer's evening. We didn't go there looking for girls, per se, but if there was ever communication with the fairer sex, it certainly wasn't dismissed out of hand.
Because, as I recall, there were lots of cutie pies flitting around the Plaza during those festivals as well.
I think about those Festivals now and again, because working downtown now as I do, I have the occasion to drive by Hart Plaza from time to time.
I know that the Plaza is still home to festivals and celebrations and the like---including the occasional protest---but I don't think they're called "Ethnic Festivals" anymore. In fact, I don't even think they have weekly events such as the ones I am recalling, anymore.
The newspapers, in their Friday entertainment sections, would list what the Festival was that particular weekend at Hart Plaza. Not that it mattered to us; we pretty much went down there no matter what nationality was being represented.
Ethnic Festivals---politically correct terminology or not, they were a part of my youth.
They had their time, which is all you can really ask I suppose.