IT’S AN HONOR TO WORK FOR MY NEWSPAPER

IT’S AN HONOR TO WORK FOR MY NEWSPAPER

The Detroit Free Press, the newspaper for which I work, celebrated a birthday this weekend. It is 170 years old.You don’t find many things that old in America. Buildings get torn down. Neighborhoods are razed. Dot-coms go boom one year, bust the next.But...
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No Easy Answers in Mello’s Murder

They were all so sure. The police. The prosecutors. The judge. The mourners. They were all so sure the killers were in jail. Justice was coming. A good kid had been murdered, shot while he was on his knees in a pizza parlor refrigerator. The town cried, the school...
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DUMARS, DAVIDSON HOLD ALL THE CARDS

Don’t be fooled. Everyone in this “Pistons Fire Another Coach” story is pretty smart.George Irvine is smart. He saw his boss get canned last year, did an “aw shucks, I’m not really interested in the job” thing, then took over and...
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MY TAX PRIMER: IT’S REALLY A SNAP

Monday is tax day. This means that we Americans will obediently lug out our receipts, pay stubs, checkbooks and calculators to answer the always perplexing question: What time does the post office close?There is a myth that the average American does not know how to do...
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Once Again, Yzerman Injured In The Playoffs

If you live in Detroit, there are certain things you never want to hear on the first night of the hockey playoffs:

1) Your car is in the last row on the Cobo roof.

2) The guy next to you is hiding something slimy in his jacket.

3) Steve Yzerman has an injury.

Well. The good news is, your car is safe. The bad news is, Yzerman, the heart, soul and captain of the Red Wings, was on the ice for the first period Wednesday night and was gone by the second.

In the broadcast booth, the announcers said, “Count the players. Someone’s missing.”

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COLLEGE MEANS MORE THAN A 2-YEAR HITCH

The last time I saw Jason Richardson, he was silent and depressed, sitting at a locker inside Minneapolis’ Metrodome. His head was down. His eyes were moist.His team had just lost in the semifinals of the NCAA Final Four — and Jason had played miserably....
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The Real Reason We Can Fear Flying

He made me so mad …I wanted to break his neck!

How many times have you felt that, thought it or even said it when dealing with an airline person? Once? Twice? Countless times?

But you would never DO it, right?

Well, someone did. Two years ago, at Newark International Airport. A man named John Davis, a steel plant supervisor, got so upset with a gate agent that he actually broke his neck.