Once again this year I was able to get in some good reading during my vacation. One book that caught my eye and maintained my attention was Detroit: An American Autopsy by Charlie LeDuff.
Those who know me know I was born and raised in a small rural town in northern lower Michigan. Our town (or more accurately village) was literally a blinking light and a corner store. If you blinked, you not only would miss the blinking light, you would miss the whole town. Most of the year, there was not much to do. In fact the most exciting news was when our cousins and our seasonal friends would come up from the “big city” during the summer. The big city, of course, was Detroit.
Detroit seemed like a world away, and indeed it was. It was not only separated from us by a near four hour road trip…
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