By George, You Don’t Get It

By George, You Don’t Get It

There I was, sitting at my desk and looking out of the window — you know, writing — when my wife came in and plopped down a newspaper article in front of me. “Read that,” she said with a cruel twinkle in her eye. It was an article on Detroit by George...
Depending on the Kindness of Strangers

Depending on the Kindness of Strangers

The other shoe finally dropped in Detroit. The once-proud city — variously known as “Motown,” “the Arsenal of Democracy,” and “the City of Champions” — filed for bankruptcy. There’s a local effort to head off the filing, but...
Stripping Detroit of Its Remaining Riches

Stripping Detroit of Its Remaining Riches

My old hometown — or, as I like to call it: “The Late Great City of Detroit” — is threatening to add an oak leaf cluster to the badge of humiliation it wears like an Olympic medal. It’s bad enough that the city’s previous mayor is awaiting sentencing on...
Uncle Sam: Please Tax the Titans

Uncle Sam: Please Tax the Titans

I’ve already told you the story of Mrs. Campbell, my well-meaning high school guidance counselor. In case you missed it, I’ll tell you again. High school seniors in Detroit, where I grew up, had career counseling before they were turned loose on society. You took...