In less than six short summer months, Austin Jackson, the rookie center fielder for the Detroit Tigers, has accomplished a feat that seemed inconceivable when he was acquired last Dec. 8 in the three-team trade that sent Curtis Granderson to the New York Yankees. He has made Motor City baseball loyalists effectively forget “Grandy.”
Michigan State Police Detective Sgt. Robin Sexton slipped into retirement in St. Ignace in early June, leaving unsolved one of the Great Lakes’ most baffling mysteries: the boating tragedy five years ago on Lake Huron involving a glamorous Grosse Pointe Farms couple — lawyers Chuck Rutherford and Lana Stempien.
In the opening scene of Dan Johnson’s soon-to-be-released debut novel, The Detroit Electric Scheme, John Cooper is in a bad way. It’s November 1910, and the security boss of the Anderson Carriage Co. has been found at the foot of a huge hydraulic press — well, the lower half of him has. The upper half — what’s left of it — has been smashed into the shape and consistency of a hamburger patty.
With “Greetings from Detroit” plastered across it, this photo could have made a great postcard. Packed with tourists (and maybe some locals), this new topless sightseeing bus rolls out for a day on the town.
Changing tastes and a volatile economy make it tough to survive in the restaurant business, but these mainstays have found the recipe for success, satisfying hungry Detroiters for at least a half-century.
The way to a city’s heart is through its food. Our quest for a good meal leads us
across boundaries to the common ground of breaking bread, sharing recipes, and swapping small talk at the carryout counter. Following is a taste of metro Detroit’s urban feast — a lavish spread rich in flavor, history, ethnicity, personality, innovation, and fun.
The French use the word “terroir” in describing how regional factors, including soil, give a wine its personality. Here in metro Detroit, can our palates discern a home-grown familiarity that tastes of the American Midwest?