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Because of its current state of unfortunate affairs and its rich industrial and cultural history, we are in search of good websites spotlighting the greatness that is the past and future of Detroit. Thanks to J. Soucy for this excellent link.
Before Detroit was known as Motown or the Motor City, it was called the Paris of the Midwest. Its Parisian landscapes and architecture made it a cultural hub and a vibrant place to live in the early 1920s. The other big boom for Detroit in those days besides cars was the theater and entertainment industry. Detroit had over 100 movie houses and theaters by the 1930s and some of the most luxurious theaters and halls in the entire world, rivaling those in New York or Chicago. Big names like The Fox, The Adams, The Michigan and The United Artist theaters dominated the first-run movie business in Detroit. Other notable theaters of the day like The Alger, The Eastown, The National and the Riviera were also big players in the local theater and film industry. All of these major movie houses would not have existed if it were not for this building on the right, known as the Detroit Film Exchange.
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We raise our cup to David Foss for the tip.
Randy and Jonelle Roest met several years ago in a small-town tavern on the west shore of Michigan. Little did either of them suspect then that in not-too-distant future they'd own a restaurant of their own.

"You tryin' to stay out of trouble?," Scott greets Dan as he enters the 2-1/2 Happy Barbers shop for his monthly cut.
Dan replies, "I'm trying to, but it ain't easy."
Dan Huckins eases into one of the shop's green leather vintage barber chairs as he has every month for a decade. Dan is a quick-witted senior who prefers the barbershop experience to a salon. He lives in Phinney Ridge, but makes the trek cross-town to the Ballard barbershop because he knows what he is getting.
Paula Huber says she’s “a dying breed,” but don’t call the coroner yet.
She’s much too busy -- teasing her customers, dusting off her daughters and managing a staff of 22 -- to hold still for an examination.
That’s life in the land of Paula’s Donuts, a hole in a mall at the edge of Buffalo, New York, demonstrating one dozen at a time that the independent baker can break free of the chains. Two miles to the north, a Krispy Kreme shuttered in 2006.