From the print edition of the Freep:
When Sports Illustrated asked him whether anybody still cared about Detroit, Mitch Albom knew what he needed to do.
Take a break from his holiday vacation. Write a personal defense of his city and state.
Thus was born "And yet..." -- the signature article in this week's edition of the country's leading sports magazine. In it, Albom shows his pride in Detroit and his weariness of the multitudes who treat it like "the gum on the bottom of America's shoe." ...
"It would be a sin almost to be given that opportunity by SI and then turn my back on it," Albom said. "In all my years, nobody has ever asked me to write in a national publication what it's like to be a Detroiter."
Here's the ending:
We will have a good year
Here is the end of the story. This was back on Christmas night. After the visit to the church, I drove to a suburb with an old friend and we saw a movie. "Gran Torino." It starred and was directed by Clint Eastwood, and it was filmed in metro Detroit, which was a big deal. Last year, the state passed tax incentives to lure the movie business, an effort to climb out of our one-industry stranglehold, and Eastwood was the first big name to take advantage of it.
He shot in our neighborhoods. He used a bar and a hardware store. He reportedly fit in well, he liked the people, and no one hassled him with scripts or résumés.
The film was good, I thought, and familiar. The story of a craggy old man who loves his old car and stubbornly clings to the way he feels the world should behave. He defends his home. He defends his neighbors' honor. He goes out on his own terms.
When the film finished, the audience stayed in its seats waiting, through the closing music, through the credits, until the very last scroll, where, above a camera shot of automobiles rolling down Jefferson Avenue along the banks of Lake St. Clair, three words appeared.
MADE IN MICHIGAN.
And the whole place clapped. Just stood up and clapped.
To hell with Depression. We're gonna have a good year.