Philip Levine’s father came to the United States from Russia, traveling across the ocean all by himself at age eleven. He grew up in New York City with two older sisters and their families. His path to Detroit was an extraordinary one ...
One Saturday morning when I was eight, my dad took my brother and me downtown to watch a building get blown up. Thousands of people came out to celebrate the event, as strange as that sounds.
On the night of February 15, 1884, the Avondale dairy farmer Louis Mills saw the glow of fire on the northwest horizon. The waning moon had yet to rise, so the night was otherwise dark and the orange dome foreboding.
There are times when Mark Twain was right, that numbers are lies and damn lies and all that, but there are others times when the numbers line up so pointedly that they connect the dots in a way that no verbal argument ever could.
Deep-fried, crispy, and with that unmistakable aroma — at first bite, a true Buffalo wing bites back with a kick of Frank’s Red Hot. Born in Buffalo in 1964, and made of nothing more than chicken coated in Frank’s Red Hot and butter ...
Transportation cartography focuses on making complex systems easy to understand by exaggerating certain elements while suppressing others. This is great for helping us figure out how to get from point A to point B but ...
Northland Center is the oldest suburban shopping mall in the Detroit region, and will likely close soon. Located in the inner-ring suburb of Southfield, north of Detroit, in a field in the southernmost part of its county.
Until last year the A. Finkl & Sons Co. furnaces glowed orange at night. A lonely car might have breezed past on the darkened street, or the No. 73 bus, ferrying bleary-eyed workers to homes on the west side of Chicago.
Cleveland vies with Seattle for the title of the grayest, most overcast American city, and in the first three decades of the 20th century it was even grayer than it is now.
Like most of Ohio, or at least those of us with any interest in American sports or a distant tie to the colleges involved, I spent Monday night in front of the television, watching the Buckeyes take on the Ducks.
Do you ever think -- "gee I should move to Detroit to pursue my art/tech start-up/raise a family because I hear it is so cheap and hip -- but I don't want to be all white or coastal privilege-y about it?"
In the 1940’s, a Pittsburgh steel baron named G. David Thompson began collecting the paintings of an obscure 19th century artist, David Gilmour Blythe.