I remember visiting Detroit on Thanksgiving as a boy in 1950. Watching the parade (sponsored by Hudson’s department store?), sipping hot Vernor’s hot (yes hot) ginger ale. It was altogether pleasant.
My parents and grandparents all have their stories of a brighter, better Detroit. It was a different world. My MIL worked for a Sanders ice cream parlor...and locked it up at night before *walking* home. My FIL graduated from Cass Tech when it was a world-renowned school.
Just this morning the Detroit News published a story detailing how $7,000 was spent on business cards for the Detroit library personnel...including clerks and janitors because they were “library ambassadors.”
Detroit is a bleeding cancer on the state. It should’ve been allowed to die a long time ago but we keep shoveling in the money.