Saturday morning market.

Haven’t done one of these for a while, but how often do you see a turnip as big as your head?

Posted at 9:34 am in Detroit life, iPhone | 20 Comments

Saturday morning market, two days late.

Coming home from the market Saturday, I finally found myself at an obvious Hantz Woodlands site, seen here: John Hantz is a local moneybags who has been trying to farm the urban prairies of Detroit for years, and kept getting swatted aside by various city agencies and other complainers. First he wanted to farm food, […]

Posted at 12:30 am in Current events, Detroit life, Same ol' same ol' | 49 Comments

Saturday morning market.

How hipsterism settles into kitsch: Ten years ago this town couldn’t catch a break. Today, Detroit tsotchkes everywhere.

Posted at 10:22 am in Uncategorized | 8 Comments

Saturday morning market.

Everything’s coming up green. Finally.

Posted at 11:02 am in Uncategorized | 21 Comments

Saturday morning market.

There’s a place in the meat mall that has the world’s prettiest corned beef. Here’s the line. Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s day.

Posted at 11:17 am in Uncategorized | 15 Comments

Saturday morning market.

At least you can get a parking place this time of year. (Note the pig head on the counter.)

Posted at 10:34 am in Uncategorized | 55 Comments

Saturday morning market.

The only thing more pathetic than the silver-painted statue buskers are the people who are charmed by them.

Posted at 12:20 pm in Detroit life, iPhone | 72 Comments

Saturday morning market.

Made in Detroit. No frills, reasonably priced. You can have it in any color, as long as it’s black. The Type A, natch. #ohhenry

Posted at 9:55 am in Uncategorized | 39 Comments

Saturday morning market.


Posted at 11:25 am in Uncategorized | 20 Comments

Saturday morning market.

…in which the local-food movement is colonized by a corporation. It’s a huge Betty Crocker thing. For Sweetest Day, get it? GET IT?

Posted at 8:43 am in Uncategorized | 48 Comments