Beth Carter, a young Church Resource Ministries apprentice working in Caracas, blogs that "I've thought lately about what it means to be from Detroit . . . [amid] harsh reminders that the 'glory days' of Detroit are far behind us and things won't ever return to the way they were."

While her "musical musings" involve a familiar song/embedded video [Sam Roberts' Detroit '67], I like how she thinks and writes:
In a new context, culture and climate, knowing where you've come from is just as important as where you are and where you're heading. So what does it mean to be from Detroit?

Being from the D goes beyond loving the Tigers, drinking Fago and Vernors and smothering my hot fudge sundaes with Sanders' hot fudge. I'd like to think that I learned a thing or two about putting in a hard days' work, taking pride in what I've accomplished and gutting it out during the hard times from the people I was fortunate to be around growing up. Yet I'm also painfully aware . . .
Yup, this where I direct you to:
http://kneedeepingrace.blogspot.com/...l-musings.html