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Why This Massive Apartment Building Looks Like a Disney Castle @LMoorehouse04 enjoyer.com/massive-apartmen…

I believe I was there when @owroot took this. You'd think he'd have spent some time finding the perfect angles, the perfect lighting. But he just shot it from the hip like a Wild West Cowboy. And he got this. Wild.

Is the New Jeff Daniels Restaurant Destroying This Chelsea Pub? @BrendanClarey enjoyer.com/new-jeff-daniels…

Camped on Bois Blanc Island in Lake Huron last night with my son. I was visiting for work, shooting awesome photo and video for @mich_enjoyer, but I always try to take a kid or two along whenever I can because if I had a dad who did what I do I would wish he took me too. So I try. It was just us two this time and that was nice. Just the guys. We camped on Bible Beach on the northern end of the island. You can see Mackinac Island and the lights from the Grand Hotel there. The camping out on that shore is tent only. No running water etc... It was just us and a couple down the road. We never heard them and only knew they were there because we walked down that way in the day. It was a great day traipsing around the island on the gravel roads (there are no paved roads). Driving, hiking, shooting photo and video, attempting to fish but catching nothing. It was a great sunny day and chilly night dropping down to about 49 in the middle of the night. We stayed warm though. The sound of the waves in the night were so strong. It was incredible. My parents took us tent camping a lot when we were kids. All over. Some of my best childhood memories are from those trips. For some reason we remember those memories more. Camping, car trips, stuff like that. It's odd, I've talked to others who feel the same. It was special to be able to go just us two. I take the kids on lots of work trips throughout the year but it seems like each year one sticks out for each kid. A couple years ago it was a trip to Beaver Island with one. Last year it was a trip way up to Two Hearted River with another. I think this one will be one of those. It's hard being a dad. I fail a lot, I get ticked off more often than I wish I did, I get stressed, I get less than pleasant and feel like I am not doing enough. Though I try but often fail. That's the story of it. But sometimes it's not hard. Sometimes it's really really fun. The trip out there wouldn't have been very fun by myself. I guess it would have been quieter, and I guess I would have had to answer fewer questions. But it genuinely - and I really mean that - would have been a lot less fun. Sometimes being a good dad is hard, other times it's easy. Yesterday was easy.

Charlie, being the gracious man that he is, would like to help.

Charlie LeDuff had to tell the Detroit media what to FOIA in the Mary Sheffield scandal I've never seen a reporter that far ahead of a media market before enjoyer.com/scandals-detroit…

They deserve all the success!!!

I’d live in this with my brood. But I might need 2 of them

The best sort of dudes

I paid $200 for my first car. 1994 red Pontiac Sunbird

At least we don’t have Browns fans

Tigers stadium will be named after the Toledo Mud Hens stadium—pretty weird!

Cooper Rush is a Michigan legend.

Mary Sheffield's Ex-Lover Alleges Sex Tapes and Drug Work In a new lawsuit, Marvin Walker claims he gave Detroit's new mayor a job in a marijuana grow house while she served on City Council By Charlie LeDuff @Charlieleduff Detroit City Hall is on fire. It is no longer a question of if—but when and how—Detroit Mayor Mary Sheffield and Police Chief Todd Bettison will be removed from office. The latest: a titillating lawsuit from Sheffield’s former lover and partner in municipal crime, Marvin Walker. In his 47-page complaint, expected to be filed next week in Circuit Court, Walker contends Sheffield was involved in sex tapes, a drug house, and illicit payments. According to the lawsuit, which seeks damages of $50 million, the romantic relationship between Sheffield and Walker began in December 2020 when they “created private recordings depicting consensual intimate moments” and “also exchanged private text messages and other communications concerning personal matters, financial matters, business dealings, and other matters not intended for public dissemination.” Michigan Enjoyer can confirm the existence of these materials. Walker claims that after he and Sheffield had a falling out, Sheffield sent a goon squad to harass Walker into deleting the evidence. That goon squad included Chief Bettison, Deputy Mayor Brian White, and top aide Ray Simpson. After Enjoyer published photographs of Walker delivering obscene bundles of money to Sheffield’s mailbox, Sheffield told the public that Walker was simply repaying her “tens of thousands of dollars” she had loaned him over the course of their relationship. In his lawsuit, Walker claims he never loaned Sheffield any money. In fact, Walker said he got Sheffield a job in a drug house so she could make some cash on the side. An early draft of the complaint promises “videos depicting DEFENDANT SHEFFIELD working inside a marijuana grow facility while she served on the Detroit City Council.” Further, Sheffield allowed Walker to use her city-issued automobile so that he could travel around the Midwest to conduct “business.” Walker also alleges that Bettison, White, and Simpson conspired to strong-arm him into deleting a text message that detailed how Sheffield would write checks from her political charity to Walker’s company for work he never provided. Walker would then cash the checks and give the money to Sheffield. Enjoyer published that story earlier this month. When Walker refused to delete the material, Bettison allegedly told him “that he had friends at the FBI,” according to the lawsuit. Walker understood that to be a threat. Walker refused to delete the damning material. That’s when Sheffield and Bettison launched a war of harassment and subterfuge against Walker—according to the lawsuit—going so far as to padlock his rental property and shop bogus rape cases to the county prosecutor and state police. Neither agency would grant an arrest warrant against Walker. Enjoyer has also learned that the FBI and the Detroit Office of the Inspector General have opened public corruption and abuse of office cases on both Mayor Sheffield and Chief Bettison. Then there is this: Chief Bettison has ordered an internal affairs investigation into the source of the leak of the timeline of the entire Walker affair that was given to Enjoyer. Police investigators have confiscated cell phones and computers from every police employee who had access to the timeline document, including senior command staff. Suffice it to say, Chief Bettison has lost the respect of the department.

In Michigan, You Can Join the Rodeo at Age 10 enjoyer.com/michigan-join-ro…

The Celebrity Auto Exec Behind Doc Brown's Time Machine John DeLorean built an iconic car, but financial issues and his drug habit kept it from taking off By Jay Murray @Stainless31 Once upon a time, I stole the name John Zachary DeLorean. Needing a pseudonym for offering conservative takes in a social media world canceling “problematic” opinions, I pondered iconic Detroit motifs and quickly fell into the memory of a car I once saw driving through Livonia in the mid-1980s. A car I’ll never forget. The DMC DeLorean was a rare sight in the 1980s. Unlike anything else on the road at that time, it pulled eyes like a magnet. Its sleek stainless-steel body panels, low profile, gull-wing doors, and strange confluence of European and American design motifs made it both odd and deceptively cool. Only a couple years after its production controversially ended, the DeLorean was immortalized forever within the iconic film “Back to the Future” when Christopher Lloyd’s Doc Brown converted the sports car into a time travel vehicle. The film will live on forever, and so will the DeLorean. Fading from memory is the man behind the car. Detroit native and possibly the first celebrity corporate executive in America, John DeLorean. Before Elon, before Jobs, and even before Trump, there was DeLorean. Controversial and belligerent, DeLorean’s ego and unbridled ambition powered his meteoric rise from the mean streets of Detroit to the height of the automotive industry, but his greed, fast-paced lifestyle, and proto-douchebaggery led to his historic crash out. Born to Eastern European immigrants, DeLorean grew up poor on Detroit’s east side. Graduating from Cass Tech High School, DeLorean obtained a Bachelor of Science from Lawrence Tech and his master’s from the University of Michigan. He served his country in the army during World War II before going to work for the Packard Motor Company in Detroit. Joining General Motors in 1956, DeLorean ignited a scorching career path that saw him become the youngest division head in GM history, and by age 40 he was the shot-caller for the Pontiac brand. Incorporating his various designs, he was responsible for turning Pontiac into GM’s performance brand with the Pontiac GTO in 1964. With DeLorean on an all-time generational run through the late 1960s and early 1970s, he followed the GTO with the Pontiac Firebird and the Grand Prix. The dude was cooking with gas, kicking ass, and taking names at the top of Michigan’s automotive industry, but his ego, brashness, and penchant for partying and non-conformity started to become a problem. Behind the scenes, his colleagues were getting bent out of shape with his behavior at work, and more importantly, away from work. In an era when America’s executives were operating in a more conservative, dignified, and restrained manner, DeLorean was jet-setting with hot women, actors, the Rat Pack, and late-night talk-show hosts. He was also embracing the counter-culture motifs heavily frowned upon by normies of that time. By 1973, DeLorean was out at General Motors. Did he resign or was he fired? That question remains unanswered, and although he claimed the former, the rumor that he was pushed out has persisted. What is certain is that DeLorean had become quite critical of the direction General Motors was on during the post-World War II period. DeLorean thought the designs and products at GM had become boring, stale, and lacking in style. He wanted to embrace the luxury market share of the pre-war era, and felt constrained by what he deemed unoriginality in the American automotive industry. In a maverick move reminiscent of Michigan native Preston Tucker a generation before him, DeLorean set out alone and founded the DeLorean Motor Company. Headquartered in Detroit, DeLorean received a bizarre agreement and seed money from the British government to build his production plant in suburban Belfast. DeLorean’s ego may have obscured the obvious problems with this endeavor—building an automotive plant in a war zone during The Troubles—and he appears to have been a useful idiot in a ploy by the British Government to end the conflict by providing jobs to the Catholic labor underclass of Northern Ireland. The idea was to manufacture and produce the DMC DeLorean, officially designated as DMC-12 with the prototype named the DSV-12. DeLorean hoped to sell the vehicle to middle-class Americans for $12,000. An estimated 9,000 DeLoreans were produced before the company and DeLorean himself hit the wall at 85 mph. This is where the narrative and historical record gets murky and a confluence of factors appear to have halted DeLorean’s trek into the future. The American economy took a downturn in the late 1970s and early 1980s. The auto industry followed. The DeLorean car was reviewed unfavorably compared to the established Chevrolet Corvette and Ford Mustang. Buyer demand for the DeLorean was tepid. The futuristic style and $25,000 price tag were turnoffs to American buyers. Rumors of design problems also plagued the DeLorean and scared off potential investors. DeLorean Motor Company also endured severe financial trouble, cost overruns, and questions about the car’s viability. The disappearance of money into an off-shore account meant for Lotus Group kicked off several federal investigations. In October 1982, DeLorean was caught smuggling $24 million worth of cocaine in a Los Angeles FBI sting only months after he defaulted on loans. The British government closed the factory, and the DeLorean Motor Company was dead. DeLorean walked on all the federal charges, including the drug indictments, and disappeared into retirement. End of story. But the story around the car itself was just beginning. As the DeLorean saga was playing out, a virtually unknown filmmaker was beginning his career and conceiving a plan. In 1980, Robert Zemeckis developed a pitch for a film about a high school time traveler and his scientist best friend. Two years after DeLorean Motor Company closed its doors forever, “Back to the Future” was green-lit by Universal with Zemeckis writing and directing, and needed a car that acted as a Time Machine. He settled on the DeLorean because it was futuristic, looked like a UFO, and was, in his mind, a really cool car. The studio fought him on this point, and Ford Motor Company was willing to help fund the production if a Ford Mustang was chosen. Zemeckis’ co-writer was reportedly outraged, yelling “Doc Brown doesn’t drive a fucking Mustang!” A rogue scientist wouldn’t drive a car parked in the driveway of a normie suburban wife guy. He’d drive something edgy and cool. A DeLorean. The rest is film history. John DeLorean re-emerged in the late 1980s and attempted to ride the new fame for his car. He spoke with some level of humility about his prior life, his foibles, and flaws. Claiming to be a born-again Christian looking for penance, he set the stage for other prominent Americans who fell hard only to find the Lord in their second act. But DeLorean did make one interesting claim. In rare interviews late in his life, he theorized his company would have been a success, but the British Government closed him down because it believed his workers were using their wages to fund the Irish Republican Army, and that IRA operatives were embedded within his factory. DeLorean passed in 2005. The Troubles are now over. But the car has defied time. It has become a Time Machine. A lens into yesterday, and optimism for tomorrow, and the wonderment of whether we will ever see a car powered by a flux capacitor.

It’s a one-of-a-kind Ferris wheel and it’s only in Michigan @LMoorehouse04

John James Commits to Help Fix Detroit's Poisoned Holes I asked all the leading candidates to come visit Detroit's most toxic demo hole, and only he and Jay DeBoyer showed up By Charlie LeDuff @Charlieleduff Detroit — It’s the second-most famous hole in the city, and Detroit Mayor Mary Sheffield can’t get it filled. The hole is on 25th Street on the city’s west side, where a house once stood. The house had a piano. And on that piano, in that house, Little Stevie Wonder learned to play music. There should be a historical plaque there. Instead, there is a massive open pit of super-contaminated dirt that’s been pooling with rainwater for nearly two months. The house was demolished a few years ago, and the contractor filled it with dirt poisoned with lead at levels so high it puts Flint’s water to shame. Another contractor won a bid of nearly $93,000 to dig up the dirt, dump it at a landfill, and then re-fill the hole with clean dirt. The hole is so contaminated that the contractor wrapped the neighboring home entirely in plastic sheeting. The contractor dug a little bit out, saw a swamp of subterranean water running from some unknown origin, and promptly abandoned the project, leaving his excavator parked on the sidewalk. That’s illegal. The swamp water poured into the cellar of the neighboring home owned by Izellia Smith. Now, Smith’s house is contaminated with lead and the city is going to have to pay her. Smith’s councilwoman Gabriela Santiago-Romero decided to continue with her summer vacation rather than help her beleaguered constituent. Mayor Sheffield has not returned Smith’s phone calls, either. Her Honor continues to hide, caught up in a swirling scandal of graft and sex. A seedy scandal entirely of her own making. One of Sheffield’s former lovers faces federal indictment for poisoning hundreds—if not thousands—of other demolition holes. Sheffield, as a member of city council, voted to award millions in contracts to her lover, Brian McKinney, “while they were getting to know each other”—as her handlers put it. When the relationship was exposed by The Enjoyer, Sheffield’s first instinct was to claim she never voted on her loverboy’s contract. That was a lie. Nothing spells municipal C-O-R-R-U-P-T-I-O-N like a dirt hole that can’t be filled by a mayor who can’t be found. So I called Abdul El-Sayed, the Democrat candidate for U.S. Senate. He used to work at the Detroit Health Department. He claims to be an “expert.” I called three times. Crickets. Too busy with Meet the Press to come out and meet the people of Detroit. I called his Republican opponent Mike Rogers. His people said he’s more than willing to come check out 25th Street. I called Jocelyn Benson, the Democrat candidate for governor, who alleges that she lives in Detroit. Nada. Nothing. No dice. No dirt. Nice handbags. I was going to call her Republican opponent, John James, but he called me first. He’d seen our stories about the Stevie Wonder hole and he wanted to know more. I told him I’d be happy to show his staff around, just as I would with Sheffield’s or El-Sayed’s or Benson’s. Or Rogers’. But his campaign is being run from Washington. It ain’t politics to me. It’s people. To my surprise, James himself showed up on 25th Street last week—without security. I introduced him to Izellia Smith. She talked and he listened. Then he did a TikTok video, naturally. The congressman promised in the short term he’d do what he could to get her situation straightened away. Then James promised that if elected governor, he’d find the money to clean up the entire city, where undoubtedly thousands of holes have been filled with toxic soil under the leadership of Mike Duggan and Mary Sheffield. James called the fiasco another Flint. He’s right. I’m not endorsing anybody. But Detroit will need $200 million—minimum—to clean up this crime scene. Only the federal government has that kind of money. It’d be good to have a governor in Lansing who has decent relationships in Washington. And it’d be good to have a governor who isn’t afraid of Detroit.

Death is all the more tragic on young and beautiful Michiganders… @BuddyMoorehouse