Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Detroit Is Not As Bad As The Media Makes It Out To Be.

Sure it's kind of slow here and behind and doesn't have a mass transit system and is the worst in the economy, because the city was build on the Automotive Industry (The big three) which i ins dire financial crisis. But Detroit is like every urban city in America and it's reputation is far worse than the city actually is. Thanks to the faux media who tries to deter folks from coming to Detroit. But at the same time they want Michigan water.

Key lawmakers reached a deal Monday to strengthen the state's regulation of large-scale water withdrawals, paving the way for Michigan to approve a regional agreement preventing Great Lakes water from being sent elsewhere.
The legislation may reach Gov. Jennifer Granholm's desk by the end of the week, with votes coming as early as today.
Five states have ratified the Great Lakes Basin Compact, and Ohio's governor will sign it soon. Then Michigan and Pennsylvania would be the only states that have not approved it. Congress also must sign off.
The compact itself has wide support in Michigan because many fear that states in dry regions could look to the Great Lakes for their water needs. But the House and Senate have delayed sending the compact to Granholm because they are wrangling over accompanying water-use bills.
Negotiators on Monday settled monthslong differences over when to require state permits for the biggest water withdrawals and those affecting trout streams and whether to let regulators prevent withdrawals that would not be in the public interest. Legislators have spent more than two years working on water rules.

In Motown, Stop in the Name of Hope
It's been called the Most Miserable City in America. We beg to differ.

I saw it first by night. A metropolis unveiled in viewfinder snapshots through the smudged windows of an elevated train. Gothic towers crowded close, proud detail etched on gray stone. A beaming stadium full of red-capped baseball fans, its front side left open as if to console the devoted others it couldn't quite hold. A neon neighborhood of revelers, trying their luck with the cards and with each other. A river that bounced fractured glints of the city back toward the heavens.

It was beguilingly authentic -- gritty and romantic -- and it was decided: I would side with Mary.
Mary, the smiling lady of the hotel lobby, not Alexandro, the cab driver who brought me to her.
"Is this your first time in Detroit?" Mary inquired. "You're going to love it! It's just like Paris."
Minutes earlier Alexandro laughed incredulously when I told him what I'd come here to find.
"Happiness?" he scoffed. "I can't really see it. Everybody's just so miserable."
Which is what Forbes magazine said, too; the Most Miserable City in America, it claimed in a report earlier this year. "Imagine living in a city with the country's highest rate for violent crime and the second-highest unemployment rate," the article proposes, by way of introduction.
But after riding the looping downtown train -- slickly named the People Mover -- and stepping into the Greektown section of the city, where I was met by saxophones singing from opposite corners and a scene that looked like the quaint, Hollywood version of a 1940s gambling town, it was over.
Alexandro said he bought his house for $200. Really $1,700, after taxes. He didn't mention the figure as a bragging point, but it started to seem like an enticing investment plan. That was just my price point, and who wouldn't want their own pied-รก-terre in this Paris of Lake Erie?
I could be happy here. I already was



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