Oh, Hundreds. It’s sad to see it end this way.
Don’t get me wrong, I never thought we were going to last forever. At the beginning, I rather figured we’d keep things casual and see each other every once in a while. I suppose I wish I’d known what the future held before we started getting serious. (more…)
From atop the GetaLife Insurance building, Liberty City looks like a toddler’s playset. Luis Lopez takes a moment to sip the fresh air. From below, police lights serve as flashing reminders that time is of the essence – but for a few seconds, at least, there is only the wind, and the city, and the parachute. (more…)
The 24-foot bronze fist sits across the street from Detroit’s Hart Plaza, in the shadow of the towering Renaissance Center. At its most literal, “Monument to Joe Louis” is a tribute to the pugilistic prowess of one of history’s most noteworthy boxers: a fist suspended in the center of a steel pyramid and trailed by just enough of an arm to make it look like the world’s deadliest battering ram. In many ways, it’s the perfect symbol for the Motor City – an image of violence and kinetic energy crossed with a rich history of hard-fought racial coexistence and working-class adversity.
If this is the competition, RoboCop has his work cut out for him. (more…)