Just back from a week in Dee Troit. The Motor City. The Murder Capital. My Hometown.
A shithole if ever there was one, and I hate to say it. I had a great time with relatives and friends, took Aunt S out for her 82nd B-Day, went to Elmore Ohio and saw Eva Brauns Knickers, saw the Red Wings at the "Joe", ate turkey with family, watched the Lions suck on TV, and went to a comedy club last night. Detroit is still gray, and dinghy, and tired and poor. The folks back home look defeated, they blame Bush and Granholm in seemingly equal measure for the economic sink hole that is Michigan. I've always found Detroiters to be defensive about our city, but the excuses are running out I think. The brutal fact is that the auto industry fucked that town, Coleman Young and 'white flight' fucked that town, and George Bush and his fuck you economy may have put the death blow to any attempts at real revival. The place looks forlorn, and devoid of color. Driving back today from National Airport in DC I noticed the bright reds and golds of the trees along the parkway as the sun shone, and the radio played. I felt like I could breath better, I felt guilty for being happy to be out of MoTown, I felt glad to be home.
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