Categories: Metro Detroit, Balduck Park Area
Back at Balduck
"Blankety-blank is dead to me now."
A friend of mine used that phrase a couple of weeks ago after somebody really ticked him off. The hyperbole made me belly laugh; it just sounded so excessive for the offense committed against him.
I was thinking about that over-the-top statement last Saturday as I sat watching my son Louis' baseball game at Balduck Park, where the place was packed with families -- and at least 97 percent of them were black.
I honestly believe, to many white suburbanites, most of Detroit is dead to them now. Although they miss their former homes, neighborhoods and hangouts, they think it's impossible to go back and not become dead themselves.
Categories: Metro Detroit, Balduck Park Area
Fractions away
Seven hundred billion dollars ($700,000,000,000) – POOF - from the taxpayer's pockets, and perhaps gone just as quickly as the federal bailout plan is adopted. At the same time, Detroit's school district fights to keep from being taken over by the state.
For a mere fraction of a fraction of that sum, the Detroit Public School system could be rescued as well. For a fraction more the finest accountants and sociologists in the land could be contracted to plot a new course. Their goal would be achieving long term stability.
The children of Detroit, and in turn, society, are getting the short end of the stick in this bailout deal.
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Categories: Balduck Park Area
Welcome to Balduck
My girlfriend, Meghan, and I headed out for a familiar drive to Balduck, only this time I wouldn’t be playing softball (I play in a league at Balduck Park), and most unfortunately, we would not be stopping at Cal’s for a frosty, post-game beer.
No, today I was on "assignment".
Heading east on 94 and quickly approaching our exit, Meghan posed an interesting question, "So what are we doing? I mean, what are you looking for?"
I answered honestly, with full disclosure: I had no idea. My plan hadn't escalated past turning the ignition and pressing the gas. I only knew two things: there was a story, and I needed to find it. Unfortunately that knowledge only got us slightly past 8-mile.
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