Those durn kids + Stick Patrol Drum Line
Love it! Thanks for sharing Diana!
Sign language
Very smart gallery bait, and far preferable to all those dang billboards that imply we're stupid enough to believe a hot-looking woman (as if) is what you get out of a trip to the wallet-draining casinos which we probably now have too many of. Now where all the money - money that's supposed to help our schools - from these casinos has been going, and how much or little of it has been going there, is a topic for someone to blog about!
Catalytic converters
Well the new CATALYTIC Converters are only $ 85.00 so why steal? beside you get a warranty!
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Catalytic converters
Well the new CATALYTIC Converters are only $ 85.00 so why steal? beside you get a warranty!
check-out whitney repair in ypsilanti
Detroit resident?
Dude:
I spend more than half my waking hours in Detroit. For the past year, I have dedicated nearly all of my spare time to one of the worst neighborhoods in the city and the children who live there.
Is that hypocritical or somebody who cares and wants to help?
Tax man wanted my dollar
I laugh at your three dollars. Last year I was in debt to Detroit for $1.
I debated calling and letting them know they were more than welcome to deduct it from the $46 refund I was still expecting from the year before, but thought better of it and just mailed off my single.
I'm still waiting on my $46, however.
Catalytic converters
Yeah, April, unfortunately the news that thieves are taking people's catalytic converters is not new, but feels like it to the person is happens to. It feels like the city is being stripped bare, slowly but surely.
High Victorian Glory at Trumbull and Grand River
Michael Hodges - Thank you for the interesting article and beautiful pictures of the Trumbull Avenue Presbyterian Church. From 1990 to 1993, I lived just a few blocks away, on 12th Street, from this beautiful church. It was in the Fall of 1990 that I attended an organ concert given by the late Thomas Martin Kuras on this church's old tracker pipe organ (I think the organ was a Hook and Hastings from the late 1800's and was installed by the Hook organ builders that were located in an area between Twelfth and Fourteenth Streets just above the Edsel Ford Freeway). At the time of this organ concert, I learned that the organ was not used for Sunday Services; hence, it was the first time in a very long time that the organ was played when Mr. Kuras played it for that Sunday afternoon recital in 1990. During the concert, a cipher (sticking note) developed in one of the higher registers of one of the flute stops. Eventually the problem was corrected and caused Thomas to remark that the organ was so happy to be played again that the little note on the flute stop refused to be quiet! As always, Thomas Kuras presented a wonderful program of organ music for us on that unforgetable afternoon. - David Michael Klemmer, Jr.
Detroit resident?
Dude:
You don't live in Detroit. There are many LIVEABLE city neighborhoods. You CHOSE not to live in Detroit but in the Pointes. Don't you thinks it's hypocritical to be on a blog called "Living in the D Forum?"
Playin Ball in the D
Hey ENY
Thanks for your reply! I was really good to see that there is someone out there who knows what I was talking about!
Playin Ball in the D
Growing up as a kid in the 80s there was still great basketball to watch aspire to be, Kids argued over who was Magic, you had to prove your skills to be MJ, if not you were Scottie Pippen end of story, Big Kids were always Patrick Ewing, Tall and lanky was Kareem. If you were white you were Larry Bird and if you were white and slow you were Bill Laimbeer,
I completely agree with Hightower alot of lifes lessons can be learned on the basketball court, in your case how to take things like a man, as a white girl who had an undying love for the game I played hard enough where I damn sure wasnt going to be Bill Laimbeer, I was Larry Bird.
Many different men came across that court of all walks of lifes I have seen police officers play with convicts, I have seen kids go from being all stars on the blacktop laying dead on it, I used to watch the boys play and then wait fo rthem to pick me, I was usually taller than them and permanently had next.
Finally a group of four guys asked me to play with them,.I was treated like they were I was Vinnie Johson in the finals in 1990 I was hotter than a 5 dollar pistol. My respect was earned, something alot of girls look to do for all the wrong reasons and go about the wrong way today, men do to. Theres an overall lack of this generation earning respect.
There was no color, there was no gender, just a love for the game after that, still is today whenever I'm talking about basketball.
Basketball in alot of ways is like life, it has the fast past tempo of a great drama but it boils down to choice. The choices you make can change the flow and tempo of the game. To quote the cheesy movie. "all is fair in love and basketball."
Yesturday I drove passed the courts, I seen men of all colors some in their work clothes some dressed in 170 dollar sneakers playing in the park, I heard a ball bouncing up the street. It was a skinny girl in long silver basketball shorts and worn black Nikes Running praticing dribbling with her weak hand.
Damn right baby girl.
YOU GOT NEXT.
Enough with the mean dogs
So I guess everyone should live By Diana McNary's rules.
No more can you have a dog of your choice, no more can you have tinted windows or spinning rims, because DIANA doesn't like it.
So just who do you think you are, anyway?
Wow Jethro. I probably shouldn't even respond, since you obviously didn't read my post. Who am I? I'm an animal lover and a resident of Detroit, as I wrote.
Even though I think they're stupid, I would never deny anyone their right to spinning rims. Put 'em on your kid's bicycle, I don't care.
But, if you're going to take on the responsibility of owning any animal, pit bull or otherwise, you better damn well take care of it and treat it humanely, and not dump it on the side of the road. Those aren't my rules, that's the law.
Thanks for reading.
Diana
It Dont Exist?
On a recent trip to Slow's BBQ for a family birthday my mother decided that scenic (?) drive through her old neighborhood was called for. On more than a few old buildings near Michigan and Junction, and then peppered around more of southwest Detroit, is that same tag. Of four people in the car we all had different ideas on what it might have meant.
I think speculation about the tags even made it's way into a Metro Times article a few months ago.
Memories
Well Done! Isn't it amazing how childhood memories can sometime turn into life lessons?
