Michigan news, politics and culture through the eyes of veteran Michigan reporter James Dickson.
Outside. Every week. All year. Be it rain, snow, sun, or heavy wind, O.W. Root is outdoors, speaking to what’s good about Michigan. Because it’s always a beautiful day.
Has Traverse City Lost its Soul?
Michigan’s Raid on Raw Milk
Detroit Is No Longer a City
Devil’s Night, When Detroit Burned
Apples Are Quintessential Michigan Fall
Didn’t the latest administration just hand a ton of money to Stellantis to win UAW’s endorsement?
Timber Tony is the GYOAT (Greatest Yooper of All Time).
The Cultural Steamroller Heads for Harbor Springs
RFK tells Enjoyer why Michiganders should NOT vote for him.
Detroit Police Vanish Hundreds of Homicide Victims
The Coney King (Video)
Who Can Investigate Attorney General Dana Nessel?
Why Hasn’t the Republican Signature Forger Seen a Jury?
“Solidarity With Ukraine” Plus “World Peace” Means No Turkey in Kyiv
We Don’t Know the Election Results, But We Do Know We’re Screwed
Forget Dearborn, Cars Will Drive Michigan’s Election
Michigan’s Voter Rolls Are the Fountain of Youth
A Visit to Baghdad Betty’s Farm
The egg farmers love the new restrictions, because they helped them crush out-of-state competition By
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Michigan. The rhythm of the assembly line, the patter of a lonely trail. Detroit, Kalamazoo, the Upper Peninsula. A rare union of nature and industry. Dark days gone by. It was said to have been lost.
But for those who can see the forest for the trees, who can hear its choir of steel and yearn for urban renewal, it can be the vision of a new American Dream. And now, we need for Enjoyers to fill its sacred spaces, love its wild, and promote its industry. You’re one of them.
Get out there and enjoy.
Michigan. The rhythm of the assembly line, the patter of a lonely trail. Detroit, Kalamazoo, the Upper Peninsula. A rare union of nature and industry. Dark days gone by. It was said to have been lost.
But for those who can see the forest for the trees, who can hear its choir of steel and yearn for urban renewal, it can be the vision of a new American Dream. And now, we need for Enjoyers to fill its sacred spaces, love its wild and promote its industry. You’re one of them.
Get out there and enjoy.
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