Detroit's Disaster

A random street scene in Detroit in 2009, and in 2013 (from Google Street View).

This is not in the middle of town, but rather, just a mile inside the city limits (Brentwood, near Seven Mile and Woodward).

Things are starting to change for the better in Detroit, but the city has a long way to go. It is still seen as the classic American exemplar of a failed city.

People who know little of Detroit often think they have a clear idea of what happened there. I offer this essay (really a series of short comments) to explain that it wasn't so simple or obvious. There aren't footnotes, and perhaps I have some details wrong, but it sums up my understanding of the problem.

I lived in Detroit for three years during law school, and I have an intense love-hate relationship with the place.

First, do not assume that Detroit is just like Chicago, or Philadelphia, or Los Angeles, or New Orleans, or any other big city. Detroit is different. Things that could be said about any of those cities do not apply to Detroit. No other city has had Detroit's peculiar history.

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There are two fundamental reasons why Detroit is in such terrible shape.

First of all, those other places have a diversified economic base. Detroit is overwhelmingly dependent on a single industry, and lacks the economic resilience of an ordinary U.S. city. When the auto industry faltered, Detroit was devastated.

Second, no other U.S. central city was so totally abandoned by its white middle class. In most places, "white flight" was a neighborhood thing. In Detroit it was citywide. Whole square miles went from 100% white to 100% black within a year.

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Detroit has been worse off than any other major U.S. city for decades now. Detroit's tax base was eviscerated by white flight.

Services that all other cities take for granted have been abandoned. For example, apart from major streets, snow removal was discontinued in the 1970s. (After a big snowstorm, Prentis Street, where I lived, was impassible for weeks.)

Students in Detroit schools show worse achievement scores than students in ANY OTHER major city's schools.

For decades, Detroit has had crime rates consistently higher than all other major cities; policing in Detroit is stretched thin AND starved by severe budget cuts.

In Detroit, if you call 911 to report that you heard gunshots, the operator will ask, skeptically, "how many shots?" If it wasn't enough shots, they don't bother with it. No kidding.

A few years ago, a homeowner in Detroit called to report a home invasion in progress in his own house -- presumably about the most urgent kind of emergency call. The police took hours to arrive.

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Detroit had such a deep stigma in southeast Michigan that much property in the city was next to worthless.

One of my fellow students in law school bought a shabby three-story, nine-bedroom Victorian house, two blocks from the Wayne State University campus, for $5500. That's five thousand, five hundred dollars.

Even in bad shape, a comparable house in the suburbs would be worth probably 20 times as much. A similar large house two blocks from some other urban university would be worth probably 100 times as much.

What this means is that housing costs in Detroit are just freakishly low. There is no place in southeast Michigan that is as cheap to live in as Detroit. That's why all the low-income folks can't afford to live anywhere else.

I often hear the canard that white people were driven out of Detroit by high taxes. Given the low housing costs, that is total nonsense. Yes, the suburbs have somewhat lower taxes, but they also have enormously higher housing costs than Detroit. People moved from Detroit to the suburbs for non-economic reasons, not because of taxes.

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Another item of bullshit is the notion that Detroit was destroyed by political corruption. Anyone who says this either doesn't know much about Detroit, or doesn't know much about other U.S. cities.

Detroit is actually one of the least corrupt major cities in America. It's kind of a tragic story given what a failure Detroit has become.

In Chicago, Philadelphia, Miami, New Orleans, Boston, etc., bribery is a way of life, and always has been. Not so in Detroit.

The contractors who built the Renaissance Center disclosed that Detroit was the first big city they had ever dealt with where the building department was not on the take.

In Chicago and New York and many other places with political machines, even teachers and janitors are political appointees (or were until recently).

But Detroit has not had a political machine since the World War I era. Detroit city employees were and are hired under a nonpolitical civil service system.

Unlike those other places, mayors of Detroit had no ability to mobilize city employees as an army of precinct workers.

Unlike those other places, a new mayor had no ability to systematically fire all the employees and replace them with his own political cronies.

And contrary to widespread white racist folklore, Coleman Young (the first black mayor) and his successors made no fundamental change to any of this.

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So why are corrupt cities (Chicago, New York, Boston) successful, while comparatively clean Detroit is a failure?

Well, there are the two fundamental realities I mentioned at the top of this posting.

But there is also a very important way in which Detroit's history of (authoritarian-personality) official good behavior was ultimately destructive.

From around 1900 to around 1960, Detroit had a literal ghetto. There was only one part of town where African-Americans were allowed to live.

It was an incredibly crowded neighborhood on the east side. Black doctors, black lawyers, black auto workers, black janitors, no matter who you were, if you were black, this was the only place in Detroit you could live. Those were the rules.

You couldn't bribe your way out. All the white people and organizations and institutions scrupulously followed the rules.

Everybody, realtors, police, schools, employers, utilities, courts, all upheld the "rules" and helped confine the black population inside that one little area.

As a result, for decades, Detroit had apartheid. There were no integrated schools. There was zero experience of black and white families living side by side.

The people who lived in the ghetto were not neighbors, they were the Other. It was taken for granted that they couldn't "mix" with white people.

The result was predictable. When the barriers were finally broken down, the black population, starved for living space, exploded outward. White people fled in terror.

The process was extremely rapid: as I mentioned above, whole square miles changed over within a year.

Even today, the metro Detroit region is the #1 most racially segregated metropolitan area in the nation. More than 90% of the black population lives inside Detroit and a handful of enclaves and inner suburbs; more than 90% of the white population lives outside that area.

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In terms of municipal governance, Detroit's problem has not been corruption, rather, it has been incompetence.

For one thing, Detroit undermined its own financial stability in 1968 when it completely stopped doing any tax foreclosures.

In other words, the city sends out tax bills, but if you don't pay, nothing happens.

If a property becomes abandoned, there is a separate county foreclosure process (over the comparatively tiny county tax bill), and the abandoned property is eventually deeded over to the city.

But if you pay your county taxes, the much larger city and school taxes can be safely ignored.

And it's very hard to start seriously collecting taxes after years of letting things slide. And besides, decades of unpaid taxes easily add up to much more than the value of a property, so threatening to seize the asset wouldn't get anyone to pay up.

(Another reason why people didn't leave the city over high taxes: paying taxes was optional. Outside Detroit, if your property taxes are unpaid for long, you lose your house.)

For many years, a similar policy was applied to water and sewer bills. Many homeowners and businesses now owe tens of thousands of dollars for years of unpaid water bills.

Efforts by the emergency manager to enforce collection of water bills were resisted, since after all, much of the money is owed by poor people who shouldn't be deprived of water.

It's an absolutely no-win situation.

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If your body is deprived of enough food, it knows how to economize in such a way as to maximize your chances of survival.

If a local government suffers a decline in tax revenues, competent officials will reduce expenditures in rational and safe ways.

So Detroit's malfunction is like having a body that responds to missing a meal by shutting down vital functions like the liver and the kidneys.

Gutting money collection functions (delinquent tax and unpaid water bills) meant that the city had even less resources.

Gutting the city attorney's office meant that the city didn't have enough legal staff to contest lawsuits, and routinely paid out large sums of money to settle questionable claims.

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With less and less money available, more and more functions were reduced or eliminated.

The rapid deterioration in Detroit's services -- police, schools, snow removal, etc. -- accelerated the rush to the exits.

As hundreds of thousands of people left, many of the homes they had lived in became vacant. With very little police presence, any vacant house was (and still is) immediately subject to being vandalized, stripped, and burned.

As houses became derelict, surrounding property values plummeted, and the people who lived nearby became more fearful and more likely to leave.

And it's not just white folks who left. By the 2000's, a whole lot of the black middle class moved across the city limits to Southfield, a large, formerly Jewish suburb to the northwest.

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The stupid decisionmaking didn't start when Coleman Young (the first black mayor) was elected in 1973. Detroit had incompetent white leaders as well as incompetent black leaders.

Indeed, Coleman Young is now seen in retrospect as someone who made some wise financial decisions, and sustained the city's solvency (if not its overall health) for a couple of decades. Those who rushed to blame the city's bankruptcy directly on him made that awkward discovery.

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Even today, the 1967 Detroit riots are constantly cited as a major turning point for whites becoming alienated and giving up on the city.

Can you think of any other U.S. city where a few days of rioting, almost half a century ago, has widely acknowledged, enduring effects to this day?

(Okay, there was Tulsa in 1922, but that was an anti-black pogrom, not the same kind of event at all.)

In the 1960s, young black men rioted in New York, Philadelphia, Boston, Los Angeles, and many other cities across the country. Except in Detroit, those events are just a historical footnote.

Brutal, openly racist policing helped bring about the 1967 riots.

An old friend of mine named Charles grew up in a conservative all-white small town in central Michigan. He was never any kind of liberal, rather, he was an earnest, churchgoing, respect-for-authority kind of guy. He ended up working for years on the management side of labor relations.

Charles came to Detroit in the early 1960s to do an internship with the police department.

He was so shocked by what he heard and saw that, as he told me many years later, he completely understood why any black Detroiter would hate and fear the police.

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Urban planning studies have discovered that it benefits a neighborhood to have an identity. It's human nature: a neighborhood with a name and boundaries is treated with much more deference than a similar section of town that isn't marked out as anything special.

Neighborhood identity affects all of the decisions that are made about an area -- decisions that are being made constantly, by landlords, tenants, developers, utilities, police, burglars, insurance companies, merchants, politicians, etc., etc., etc.

The net effect is that a neighborhood with an identity has higher property values, less crime, and less urban decay than a comparable section with no identity.

In most large cities, like Chicago or New York or Boston or Philadelphia, you can point to almost any square inch of the city's territory and find that it's located within a widely understood neighborhood with a name and an identity.

In effect, those cities are tiled with neighborhood areas -- not just city planner jargon or realtor hype, but names that local residents know and use.

Detroit has no such tiling. Essentially, Detroit doesn't have neighborhoods.

Sure, there are isolated little pockets that have a known identity, like Greektown, or Indian Village, or Boston-Edison, or Palmer Woods, or Rosedale Park. But almost all of the city is just undifferentiated Detroit.

In Detroit, people identify where they live, not by neighborhood, but by what major intersection they live near, like "Dexter-Davison", or "Jefferson-Chalmers".

Except for east side vs. west side, there is no generally understood consensus way to divide up the city into meaningful territories.

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The absence of neighborhood identity is partly because of the rapid change of most of the city from all-white to all-black. There was little chance for a neighborhood's institutional memory to be passed on to the new residents.

But it also has roots in Detroit's racist past, when institutions were deliberately set up to exclude any possibility of black participation.

For example, when Detroit's city council was elected from wards, the older central part of the city was sliced up into very thin strips. Each "ward" was a couple blocks wide and miles long -- a technician's constituency, impossible to become a community. Your neighbors across the street would be in a different ward.

Originally, this was because the wards were based on the old French "ribbon farms". They were continued long after the French system was irrelevant, because slicing up the city like salami meant that every ward had a white majority.

Here's a map of Detroit ward boundaries in 1915. The grayed-out areas were not part of the city at the time. (These exact same wards still exist today for real estate parcel numbering purposes.)

Over time, as the city expanded to the northeast and northwest, the new areas were encompassed in two huge wards, each with just one council member. That was plainly unfair, even to white people. But instead of redrawing the wards to equalize their populations, they changed to a city council that was only nine members, all elected at-large.

The all-at-large council, very unusual for a city as big as Detroit, continued for many years, until the most recent city election.

It wasn't just city council. Detroit was represented by a couple dozen state reps in the Michigan House of Representatives. But they didn't want to divide the city into districts, because there would have been some black-majority districts. Therefore, for decades, the entire delegation was elected at-large, from the whole city. The current system of single-member districts didn't start until the 1964 election.

The effect of all this was to devalue any kind of neighborhood base or neighborhood representation. The only people who got elected to city council were citywide media figures. Neighborhood-level concerns were of zero political salience.

Friends,

It is an honor and a pleasure for me to serve as county clerk and register of deeds. The time is now approaching for me to ask the voters for another four years' tenure in this position.

Washtenaw County is one of the best constituencies I could imagine representing, but getting out a message to this electorate is a challenge. Our population of over a third of a million people is constantly refreshed with new arrivals, and relatively few take much time to focus on local politics.

To be successful in campaigning on this scale requires resources. In a new world where secretive donors and PACs sow anger and confusion with saturation media buys, I need to prepare by starting early and seeking broad support in smaller contributions from many individuals.

This is the way I have always done it. In my first campaign for county clerk in 2004, my Republican opponent and predecessor had more money, but I had three times as many contributors.

Here's what I'm looking for right now:

First, I am planning to hold a low-key fundraising party in the early evening of Presidents Day, February 16, 2015, co-sponsored with my colleague, County Treasurer Catherine McClary. I just need to find a venue.

If you have a suitable home or location and would like to volunteer it, please let me know.

Second, I will need some volunteers to help with this event.

And finally, if you feel moved to contribute to my campaign, and don't want to wait for Presidents Day, you can send a check to Kestenbaum for Clerk, P.O. Box 2563, Ann Arbor MI 48106.

Many thanks!

This has been a difficult couple of weeks for me and my office. If you've been following local news, you know that we printed ballots for the August 5 primary election which accidentally left out the name of one candidate for Ann Arbor city council. Some four hundred of those wrong ballots were sent to 3rd Ward absentee voters.

As soon as we discovered the error, we arranged for the ballots to be reprinted with the correct list of city council candidates. The new ballots were mailed out to absentee voters, a few days after the first set. Voters who submitted the incorrect ballot were contacted and asked to re-vote on the new ballot, which would replace their earlier one. Most did immediately.

Primary election day is still more than three weeks off, and most of the absentees had not yet voted. Probably very few votes on the incorrect ballots will be unreplaced by new ones -- less than ten, or maybe none at all.

So how did this happen?

Our ballots are programmed by a firm called Governmental Business Services (GBS). We transmit the information to GBS's programmer, and she constructs the ballot programming, which is used both to print ballots and to program the tabulators which count them.

We used to perform this function in-house, but we no longer have programmers on staff to do it.

The ballots were programmed based on the candidates who had filed for office. Later, one candidate, Bob Dascola, was added under federal court order. The ballots, including Mr. Dascola's name, were printed and sent out as proofs to all the candidates and all the local clerks.

As usual, some corrections had to be made. In particular, the city of Ypsilanti told us that their all-uncontested city council primaries should not appear on the August 5 ballot. The programmer was notified -- and she erroneously deleted the Ann Arbor city council primaries.

This error was detected the same day, and she was instructed to put the Ann Arbor city council primaries back on the ballot. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible to simply reverse the deletion, rather, she used the original list of candidates, which didn't include Mr. Dascola's name.

And we didn't notice this. Not I, not my election director, not the other members of the Election Commission.

Nor were new proofs sent to the city or anyone else, because late corrections are not thought to require this, and pressure to meet ballot deadlines precludes a second 48-hour review period.

We unknowingly sent the incorrect programming to the printer; the ballots were printed and delivered. The city clerk's office received them and mailed them to voters.

Administering an election requires getting thousands of details just right. Normally, we manage this quite well. Making a big mistake like this shatters the illusion that we are perfect. I am very embarrassed by this, and apologize to everyone who has been inconvenienced.

One local blog, Middle of the Left, has posted a long critical essay, titled "Why elected officials should not comment on blogs".

Obviously, being an inveterate blogger and commenter, I have many points of disagreement with this. Quotes from that article and my responses follow.

Definitely. Certainly this has been my approach.

I prefer that "perceptions" be accurate.

I was rather startled that you took this position. That residency requirement was struck down decades ago, and the city has no right to revive it without amending the charter.

Yes, there's a problem with the ballot, and yes, it's my fault, at least in the sense that I could have prevented it. With all due respect, I think "nightmare" overstates the case.

First of all, votes for governor, senator, and so on would all count. The only question is whether votes cast for 3rd ward city council on incomplete ballots would be counted or not.

There has been some dispute and uncertainty on this point. On Friday, the state Bureau of Elections told the Ann Arbor Chronicle that the votes SHOULD NOT count. On Monday, the Bureau came out with a statement that they SHOULD be counted. Subsequently, Dascola's attorney filed a motion in federal court, seeking an order that the votes NOT be counted. The city filed a response which took no position.

You are correct: the ballots are delivered to the city, used by the city, tabulated by the city, and never touched by the county. Questions about vote counting are appropriately directed to the city. Also, the parties (Dascola and the city) are already in court together, and the motion is part of their ongoing case.

Local government and election administration in Michigan is complicated and often counter-intuitive.

Moreover, GBS, which employs the programmer who made the error, is voluntarily paying half the cost of reprinting the ballots.

I'm guessing this is part of their legal strategy. I think normally a federal judge would refuse to rule ahead of time on these ballots, because the controvery is not "ripe" yet.

I have not been silent. The buck DOES stop with me.

But I don't think people are lacking an explanation about the course of events. You quoted a very accurate summary from the Chronicle.

The focus of our attention since we learned of the error has been on fixing the problem.

Yes, it happened on my watch. Had I done a better job, I could have prevented it. It had nothing to do with that case.

That is complete nonsense. The city clerk had nothing to do with this, and I am NOT casting any blame on her.

Under the law and the standard process, there is one round of proofs sent to all the candidates and local clerks. There are almost always corrections to be made after that. To flood everyone with a new round of proofs after every change would be a waste of time, and delay printing the ballots.

In this case, the change was not as minor as most late changes to the ballot programming. In retrospect, we should have realized this was not the usual situation. We wrongly assumed that the programmer restored the Ann Arbor races exactly as they were, rather than reconstruct them from scratch.

Yes, we did. Almost all of the discussion was over the incumbency designation in the Probate Court race. We went over the law to assure ourselves and the other candidates that such a designation was appropriate.

The Election Commission used to do a very exacting reading of paper copies of every version of the entire ballot, to make sure they were correct.

In the last few years, as the number of ballot styles has multiplied and the time to review them been squeezed, often to mere hours, this task was neglected.

I assure you, it will not be neglected in the future. At our meeting on Monday (June 30) to approve the new 3rd ward ballots, we agreed that, from now on, no ballot will be authorized until we have adequate time to review it.

Like every county clerk in Michigan, I am a partisan elected official. It can be inferred that, as someone elected on the Democratic ticket, I support others running on the same ticket with me. I am a political leader, and I do sometimes endorse specific candidates in primaries and non-partisan races. (As it happens, however, I have made no endorsements in the current city primaries.)

Some other county clerks, past and present, have been more involved than I am, even serving as chairs of their political parties.

Michigan's election system, top to bottom, is run by partisan officials. The Secretary of State is partisan. Every county clerk and every township clerk is partisan. State and county boards of canvassers, which examine and certify the results of every election, are each made up of two Democrats and two Republicans.

And every election worker in every precinct is required to be partisan, because every sensitive task requires one Democrat and one Republican to handle it together.

Yes, we made a mistake. I would much rather this not have happened. I don't get how this "looks biased".

You then quote my comment on the court decision in Dascola's case. Apparently I did not express myself clearly enough. It had nothing to do with the specific candidate.

My point was that the charter provision was rightly disregarded as void in 1999, so there is absolutely no justification for reviving it in 2014.

Plus, it's just grossly unfair to apply it to others (now) and not to me (in 1999)!

I don't live in the 3rd Ward and have made no endorsement there.

I would have praised the federal court ruling no matter who the candidate was. It's the principle of the thing.

Now really, this is verging on tinfoil hat territory. You think I would deliberately embarrass myself to fraudulently influence a city council primary?

Four hundred votes?! We took quick action to remedy the error, and provide the absentees with correct ballots. By Election Day, the number of incorrect ballots that will need to be counted will be less than 10, maybe as low as zero.

Thank you.

It does? You're really pondering whether I deliberately engineered this whole screw-up?

Nitpick: the election is on August 5.

See the discussion above. Note that, twice every four years, those ballots include MY name, and that of my opponent. During those times, I certainly urge people to vote for me.

I stake my reputation on being fair, but I can hardly claim to be neutral.

Moreover, while I am the county's chief election official, that is not my whole job. Based on number of staff, the election division is the smallest one in my office.

Again, each county and township clerk is a partisan elected official, but Michigan has a well-regarded election system which rarely generates accusations of bias or fraud.

Some states have non-partisan officials in charge of elections. That has not been a panacea. For example, the creator of Florida's infamous butterfly ballot in 2000 was elected on the non-partisan ballot.

Unfortunately, in Michigan, nonpartisan offices such as judgeships tend to be won by candidates with appealing names, especially Irish ones. Why do you suppose there are so many Hathaways on the Wayne County Circuit Court?

If you really want neutrality, the election officials should not themselves be elected. To achieve that would take many changes to the state constitution. Did you support revision of the constitition when it was on the ballot in November 2010? I did!

Partisan officials are partisan. I think that is inescapable.

Again, I have never said or insinuated that the city clerk is at fault. She is not!

Are you serious? So elected officials shouldn't send out newsletters or campaign literature either? I shouldn't testify at state legislative committee hearings?

Members of Congress shouldn't hold those town hall meetings?

A blog comment "forces" my opinion on to the public? My goodness!

I think you have a very different notion about the role of an elected official than I do.

(I wrote this a few weeks ago, but I thought it might be worth sharing here.)

I'm a little exasperated with some colonial New Englanders. I came across them while trying to figure out the kinship between some politicians.

You see, some time in the seventeenth century, in Connecticut, Stephen Freeman and Hannah Astwood got married, and had a daughter, Sarah Freeman. Sarah Freeman married Thomas Judd, son of William Judd, and had a son, William Judd.

Sounds totally normal, no?

But just once wasn't enough. They did it all TWICE.

Stephen Freeman (born 1580) married Hannah Astwood (born 1584), and had a daughter, Sarah Freeman (born 1612). Sarah Freeman married Thomas Judd (born 1608), son of William Judd (born 1583), and had a son William Judd (born 1636).

Stephen Freeman (born 1630) married Hannah Astwood (born 1640), and had a daughter, Sarah Freeman (born 1669). Sarah Freeman married Thomas Judd (born 1667), son of William Judd (born 1636), and had a son William Judd (born 1689).

A few of those birthyears are approximate, but you get the idea.

And yeah, the 1636-born William Judd is the same guy in both scenarios.

What are the odds of all this happening by chance? Connecticut in 1680 had less than 10,000 people.

Sure, a lot of them were named Stephen and Hannah and Sarah and Thomas and William.

But Astwood?

I was thinking somebody must have transcribed a bunch of this stuff wrong.

But the more I look, the more actual documentation I find for BOTH sets of circumstances.

Today, I had to run up to Lansing to testify before the Michigan House Elections and Ethics Committee.

I didn't bother to complain about a hearing on election law changes being held on Election Day; others had done that already.

The package of bills under consideration would restrict which election dates schools, libraries, and local governments could put property tax increase proposals on the ballot: in August primaries or November general elections, and not at the February and May elections.

The sponsors of these bills, and evidently most of the committee, are concerned about the possibility of tax increases ("millages", in Michigan parlance) being slipped through with few people noticing.

I was speaking, as a county clerk, on behalf of the Michigan Association of County Clerks. We wanted to convey that the little "fix" in these bills misses the point about larger problems with Michigan's election schedule.

Here's what I said:

The committee members showed little reaction to my speech.

The only question was about all the arguably unnecessary things which a ballot question raising property taxes may (or may not) be legally required to explicitly mention on the printed ballot itself, such as the names of every tax increment financing district in the jurisdiction. Of course, the Legislature has the power to change what is legally required.

After that, I hurried back to Ann Arbor.

When I listen to a song, my mind often seizes on certain sets of words, a line or two, which stay with me and become the focal point whenever I hear the song again. These both reflect and have influenced my ways of thinking, speaking, and writing.

So here's a small collection of personally memorable lines from songs — meaningful, funny, evocative or ridiculous. You'll recognize many of the songs, I'm sure. You may even recognize the way these words and themes and rhythms show up in my own communications.

~ A letter of marque came from the King
   To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.

~ Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
   Knew that I would make it if I tried
   When we retire, we can write the gospels
   So they'll still talk about us when we've died

~ A mistress to magicians, and a dancer to the gods

~ And here I sit so patiently
   waiting to find out what price
   you have to pay to get out of
   going through all these things twice

~ And I lay traps for troubadours
   Who get killed before they reach Bombay

~ And I recall the gentle courtesy you showed me as I tried
   To dissemble in politeness all the love I felt inside

~ And the goldenrod he has cast in
   To see what the lake might yield.

~ An old man wandering lonely.
   Taking time the only way he knows.

~ Blow your whistle, up through the pines
   Out across the mountains to the Clinchfield line

~ Down among the weeds and tincans
   Soon the light was growing dim
   When she let me up for air, it's
   No time like now to learn to swim

~ Es vet a poyk tun undzer trot -- mir zaynen do!

~ Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
   Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
   Do not say the moment was imagined;
   Do not stoop to strategies like this.

~ Get ready for the big time
   Tap dancing on a land mine

~ Guys I went to school with want to see me outside.

~ He looks around and around
   He sees angels in the architecture

~ He said, "I love you"
   She said, "You poor jerk."

~ How do the angels get to sleep
   When the Devil leaves his porch light on?

~ I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.

~ I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
   But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

~ If I shiver, please give me a blanket
   Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

~ I found a ticket in my pocket, all the way from Port of Spain
   And the warm wind from the Indies carried me again

~ If the real thing don't do the trick
   You better make up something quick

~ I know what your game is
   You're falling like a star
   From heaven to Calcutta
   Did you think you'd fall so far?

~ In the east, the wind is blowing
   The boats across the sea
   And their sails will fill the morning
   And their cries ring out to me

~ I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin, I've seen a tough man cry
   I've seen a loser win, and a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie

~ I was lying in a burned out basement
   With the full moon in my eyes

~ I would send a message to find out if she's talked
   But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked

~ Je ne demande rien pour me dédommager

~ Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
   Come and keep your comrade warm

~ Lights flicker from the opposite loft
   In this room, the heat pipes just cough.

~ Listen son, said the man with the gun
   There's room for you inside

~ Look out, you rock 'n rollers

~ Mercy on the mourners, someone's mourning all the while.

~ No sugar tonight in my coffee
   No sugar tonight in my tea
   No sugar to stand beside me
   No sugar to run with me

~ Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
   Liberal, fanatical, criminal.

~ Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

~ People couldn't believe what I'd become.

~ Rebels storm the palace, what do they find
   In the cabinets of power, secrets left behind?
   Is it judgment, judgment stripped to the bone?
   No, it's 19-carat bath-taps, ivory telephones
   Black satin sheets, crates of German beer
   Pornographic movies, a shattered chandelier
   Sharkskin tuxedos, crystals on the sleeve
   Closets full of objects you would not believe

~ Return to sender
   Address unknown
   No such number
   No such zone

~ She tells me, keep your money
   Some things you only get for free

~ 66 is modern poetry; 44 is modern art
   66 ain't got no mystery; 44 ain't got no heart.

~ Spider spins his heart out, fox goes home alone
   Wisdom lies in wait for me, a snake beneath a stone

~ Staccato signals of constant information

~ Take a minute to concentrate
   And she opens up her eyes

~ The angel opens her eyes
   Pale blue colored iris, presents the circle
   And puts the glory out to hide, hide

~ The little towns blossomed
   soon there were many
   All scattered like fireflies
   across the dark night.

~ The papers holds their folded faces to the floor
   and every day the paper boy brings more

~ There's a train, every day, leaving either way
   There's a world, you know, there's a way to go
   You'll soon be gone, it's just as well
   This is my opening farewell

~ The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
   And he who made kittens put snakes in the grass

~ The smell of hospitals in winter

~ The waitress is practicing politics

~ They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
   And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them

~ Through the flower scented garden
   Down the steps into the street

~ Voices red with anger, burning in my ears
   This is bedlam calling, roaring down the years

~ When I was the patron saint of losers
   Strange days came knocking on my door

~ When Love laid out her table, were you down there with the bums?
   Did I see you in the alley? Were you grateful for the crumbs?

~ When we meet again, introduced as friends
   Please don't let on that you knew me when

~ Who are these amigos, all scattered like dry leaves?
   The radio says they are just deportees.

~ Who's that lounging in – my – chair?
   Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?
   Mama, this surely is a dream

~ Wise guys are grinning, street lights are spinning
   The night is just beginning, and it comes on strong

~ You know there ain't no Devil, there's just God when he's drunk

~ You're the joke of the neighbourhood
   Why should you care if you're feeling good?

~ You've been all over
   And it's been all over you

Among a recent catalog of the downsides of living in Ann Arbor was the following:

This is terrible, yes, but local culture and institutions are rapidly disappearing everywhere in the U.S. Just compare any town this size or smaller with the way it was 25 years ago, and count the unique things that are gone today. I'm thinking of places like Sedalia, MO, or Watertown, NY, or Amarillo, TX, or Sebastopol, CA. Collectively, the losses are just staggering.

(There's another side to this, of course: "the way things used to be" is usually seen through rose-colored glasses, as if it were a lost golden era. Standardization, nationalization, and the Internet have brought tremendous benefits during that time. Still, one of the consequences is the declining significance of place.)

Ann Arbor, as usual, is late to the party. A couple of examples from the political realm:

(1) When we arrived here in 1990, Ann Arbor was a veritable museum of archaic political structures. Not just the old-fashioned model of a partisan, ward-based city council, almost unique in Michigan and still in force today, but ward-based political parties (a "ward chair" of either party was an important figure) which were continuously active and held meetings, raised money, recruited candidates, etc. City elections were held on the first Monday in April, a date the rest of the state abandoned with the 1963 Constitution. "Democrat" and "Republican" had distinctly local meanings; Ann Arborites disdained the way those labels were used in Lansing or Washington. And the city was just about the very last place in the Midwest to use antique lever-handle voting machines, wonderful for voters, but terrifyingly intricate, and full of delicate parts that were no longer being made.

Ann Arbor's electorate, constantly refreshed with new arrivals from elsewhere, ultimately had no patience with these local folkways. City elections were moved to November, and the ward parties quickly died. The nationalization of American politics washed over us; Ann Arbor Democrats and Republicans are now exactly like Democrats and Republicans everywhere else in the U.S. And optical scan paper ballots, safe and sane and recountable, are the rule throughout the state.

(2) For years after most local newspapers had whittled down local content down to almost nothing, the Ann Arbor News continued to (for example) profile and photograph every local school board candidate, including the ones in outlying areas like Lincoln or Saline. Reporters were sent to every meeting of local legislative bodies. News columns were freely slanted according to the publisher's feuds and biases, not just in local politics and business, but in favor of certain high school sports teams and against others. Everybody hated the News, but almost everybody read it. Few realized that its style of journalism was so far out of step with the times.

Until, suddenly, it was taken away. Now, everybody mourns it. Even my 15-year-old daughter is still angry that executives in New York decided to kill our local paper. The number of professional local journalists is now a small fraction of what it once was. Only very engaged townies who have been here for years pay much attention to the boutique substitutes that have sprung up. The antics of local politicians are no longer immediate common knowledge, and participation in local elections is falling.

Just exactly like everywhere else in America.

Those of us of a certain age, who watched a lot of television in 1963 to 1970, are familiar with the theme music from the 1960 Western movie "The Magnificent Seven".

That's because it also became the theme music for Marlboro cigarettes, in thousands of commercials which were an inescapable part of TV viewing in that era. The Marlboro man was a rugged cowboy, usually on horseback, in a wide Western landscape. Eventually the whole set of images could be evoked with the phrase "Marlboro Country," backed with this tune.

Of the music, Wikipedia says: "Along with the iconic main theme and effective support of the story line, the score also contains allusions to twentieth-century symphonic works, such as the reference to Bartok's Concerto for Orchestra, second movement, in the tense quiet scene just before the shoot out."

Recently, I had occasion to play a recording of this theme in the presence of my 15-year-old daughter. She didn't recognize it, and insisted that she had never heard it before, never, not ever.

So, what does it make you think of?

Cowboys, she said.

That's one sturdy cultural meme!

This piece of classical music has no lyrics, no hoofbeats, no gunfire, no saloon piano. It alludes musically to the work of a Hungarian composer. Yet the tune, or the style, has become so encoded with cowboys and the Old West that it's obvious even to someone hearing it for the first time.

Wow.

DeBoer v. Snyder, a case in the federal district court in Detroit, may lead to a ruling for marriage equality in Michigan. A trial is scheduled in February 2014.

Both sides had moved for summary judgement, and at a hearing last Wednesday, October 16, a ruling mandating same-sex marriage was anticipated. Many county clerks around the state, including myself, were ready to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples.

Michigan law provides for a three-day waiting period between the application for a marriage license and the issuance of a license. However, a county clerk has the authority to waive this waiting period. Individual counties handle this very differently. In some counties, such as Calhoun, the waiting period is automatically waived for all applicants. Others waive the waiting period when an applicant gives a reason to do so. Still others, including Washtenaw, charge a fee, ranging from $5 to $100. Our fee is $50, set by the Board of Commissioners at my request. Previously, the fee had been five dollars. But this fee, locally determined, can also be waived by the county clerk.

Given that same-sex couples in Washtenaw County had waited, in some cases, decades for the opportunity to become legally married, I announced that the $50 fee would be suspended, for all applicants regardless of genders, from the time of the decision until the end of the next business day.

On the 16th, a celebratory crowd came to my office, and 66 couples took numbers to apply for a license if and when a decision came down. Clergy and judges were on hand to perform marriages.

The judge, confounding expectations, rejected both motions for summary judgement, and set a trial date in February.

The day ended in disappointment, but I know marriage equality is coming.

I received many expressions of thanks and support, and only one email message of opposition from a constituent.

In my reply to the critical note, I attempted to explain the legal process under which I expect "Marriage Protection Amendment" to be overturned.

I'm sharing both letters here, in hopes that this exchange might be helpful to others.

There was no reply.