First, GM had dangled the carrot of a new Cadillac plant under the mayor’s nose, then the black knight of Eminent Domain had charged in with token payments for the dreams of lifetimes, and finally those stubborn residents who had refused to leave were burned and trashed out by vandals, none of whom the city police seemed able to apprehend. The case against Eminent Domain had gone to court twice and lost. Both courts were located in Detroit. So the wreckers came and the mayor was re-elected by his customary landslide and everyone was waiting for GM’s next move. And waiting. I broiled a steak for supper and ate it off a tray in front of the television set watching Sandy Broderick and the Six O’Clock News. He and the Barbie doll and a pansy in a blazer doing a live minicam report from Joe Louis Arena were kicking around preparations for a rock concert, scheduled for January in the crumbling white elephant taxpayers hadn’t finished paying for. All the newscasters agreed that the event would be good for Detroit.
