…with apologies to the Pretenders’ “My City Was Gone,” of course. But I went out this past weekend, and my city, Detroit, was there: at the DIA‘s grand re-opening, surging through the crowd; at Eastern Market, buying brussels sprouts and grabbing a coffee (hi, John!); and just generally hanging out, being what it is: diverse, potholed, sexy, imperfect. You know, like life.

Not to be all Chamber of Commerce and booster-y, but sometimes I get just the eensiest bit tired of people looking cross-eyed at my hometown. We are 300-plus years old. When you’re 300, you’ll have a few wrinkles too. In the meantime, shop here, read this, and drink this out of this. See you downtown.