Lost and Found in Detroit – in pictures

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THINGS END, THINGS BEGIN"I live downtown, right over there around the corner. I remember when the stadiums were built. I remember before that - riding on the People Mover with some Japanese tourists. They turned to me and said, ‘This is like a ghost town. Where are all the people?’"I remember thinking that just two years ago when I moved here. When the Slow Roll was a small group of riders. When I couldn’t think of a place to eat brunch on a Sunday. I remember thinking, is this the end or the beginning?

THINGS END, THINGS BEGIN

"I live downtown, right over there around the corner. I remember when the stadiums were built. I remember before that - riding on the People Mover with some Japanese tourists. They turned to me and said, ‘This is like a ghost town. Where are all the people?’"

I remember thinking that just two years ago when I moved here. When the Slow Roll was a small group of riders. When I couldn’t think of a place to eat brunch on a Sunday. I remember thinking, is this the end or the beginning?

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"I moved back so I could fulfill my dad’s last wish. I  kidnapped him out of a nursing home and I took him home so he could be by mom. Died within a week. Did you know that man was 81 years old and he didn’t know what a taco was?"

"I moved back so I could fulfill my dad’s last wish. I  kidnapped him out of a nursing home and I took him home so he could be by mom. Died within a week. Did you know that man was 81 years old and he didn’t know what a taco was?"

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LOST & FOUND IN DETROIT/DAY #495: THE HOUSE WHERE POETRY LIVES “Detroit is a poem written in couplets, a poem that resists rhyme, a poem that is at times too easy to abandon, a poem that is rooted in the nouns — house, sky, fire, river, mud, automobile, brick. And for each of these words there is only one verb: to sing. Yes to sing, sing — this is why we are here — even if no one hears it,” excerpted from A Detroit Anthology's, “The House Where Poetry Lives,” by InsideOut Literary Arts Senior Writer, Peter Markus.

LOST & FOUND IN DETROIT/DAY #495: THE HOUSE WHERE POETRY LIVES

“Detroit is a poem written in couplets, a poem that resists rhyme, a poem that is at times too easy to abandon, a poem that is rooted in the nouns — house, sky, fire, river, mud, automobile, brick. And for each of these words there is only one verb: to sing. Yes to sing, sing — this is why we are here — even if no one hears it,” excerpted from A Detroit Anthology's, “The House Where Poetry Lives,” by InsideOut Literary Arts Senior Writer, Peter Markus.

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DALLY

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STYLIN DETROIT DUDES

STYLIN DETROIT DUDES

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DETROIT IS MAGICAL
Ran into one of my favorite characters around town today. I said, Mr. Detroit, it’s been about a year since I’ve seen you. Mr. Detroit says, “Did you know Mr. Detroit is 70?” You’re 70, I say? He says, “I know I don’t look a day over 50. And did you know, I was in Vogue this year.” What? “March 2014.”

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