Old Detroit needs as much love as the new Detroit
I refuse to call it Midtown. The last time I misspoke, I felt stinging from a thousand needles on my tongue, as the ghosts of Cass Corridor chastised me, enraged. I suffered mind-numbing paralysis that left me dazed for hours, as I repeatedly dabbed drool from my lockjaw-frozen lips. It was as if I’d spoken […]