Somewhat to my surprise, I realized today that I’ve missed Detroit in more ways than I had imagined. Of course, the city is easier to love when it’s not covered in ice and dirty snow. And the thought that one needs one’s winter wardrobe through May remains a daunting fact of life here. Given that I’ve spent more of my life (13 years) here than
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With its French colonial heritage, poisonous racial politics (past and present) and acres of desolation as a result of an unnatural disaster, Detroit has more than a little in common with New Orleans
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