Bundled Up Noah

Bundled Up Noah

I met Noah as I was walking east from downtown. I thought his outfit perfectly spoke for how cold it is in Detroit at the moment.

He told me he was heading home. “I’ve been out walking, trying to find something to eat,” he said.

People here have mixed feelings about the media. The impression, I have found, is that reporters either give a stereotypical rendering of Detroit’s demise or a simplistic, upbeat one of the city’s rebirth.

Just a few words exchanged with Noah made my heart break. It has broken a number of times since I moved to the city.

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