May 10, 2010
May 3, 2010
Visiting the beer baron delta, where Blatz, Schlitz and Pabst are all eternally locked in their boozy, intertwined legacies.
April 21, 2010
In which he tells a corpse joke that made me laugh out loud in the library, and admits a penchant for bagpipes and white bowties.
April 19, 2010
Some Princes on a Dauphin-hunt visit Detroit in 1841, and buy some French books.
April 16, 2010
I’m not really the kind of Detroit kid that does a lot of scrambling around in old buildings, for better or worse, and not for lack of trying — it was pretty much my greatest dream (besides greatness itself) when I was seventeen. Since then I’ve done a lot of personal tail-chasing about Detroit’s ruins. Ultimately I’ve accepted the mesmerizing reality of places like Michigan Central and the Packard Plant, even though I still have a (sometimes kind of nasty and spiteful) knee-jerk reaction to the national fixation on the city’s decay.
April 13, 2010
Was this “vindictive, scurrilous misanthrope” really so bad? The New York Times didn’t think so.
April 8, 2010
April 4, 2010
A public garden/museum of curiosities/menagerie/circus/theater/bathhouse in early Detroit.
April 1, 2010
In 1908, the first Model T rolled off the assembly line in Detroit at the Ford Motor Company’s Piquette Plant. The plant, which opened in 1904, was only open for a few years — in 1910, Ford moved production to its bigger and more famous Highland Park Factory — but history pushed forward pretty irrevocably in that skinny brick building at Milwaukee Junction.
March 29, 2010
The remarkable story of a French immigrant, swindled into coming to America, finding himself in Detroit, starting a general store, and selling some legendary goose yokes. Also marbles.
March 25, 2010
This blog’s grandfather is Captain Frederick Pabst.
March 23, 2010
The story of Detroit historian George W. Stark, and the Detroit history book he wrote during World War II.
March 18, 2010
March 15, 2010
I have always been drawn to crows, not in any dark teenage-poet way, but because they are big, handsome, super-clever, and remind me of the chilly Michigan spring.
March 10, 2010
A rustic log cabin, a massive Italianate marble fountain and an 18th-century bell from Spain at Senator Thomas W. Palmer’s park.
March 1, 2010
We’re taking a brief leave of absence, but not before paying brief tribute to a Polish-American hero.