In September 1977, Whitley Setrakian, a U-M dance major living in the University Towers Apartments, made a journal entry about her new roommate, calling her “beautiful in a way that terrifies me,” and concluding, “Get this: Her name is Madonna.”
Their stylish menus are enticing enough to attract a loyal clientele of discriminating diners, but no matter how expert they are, restaurant people like to take a break from their own kitchens for a taste of someone else’s cooking.
Who do we think we are? A major U.S. city? We would better fit that description if we had the critical element of functioning public transit — one that begins with the most basic of ride options: reliable, comfortable motor coaches.