I just came across this passage in The Sportswriter:

Detroit…is a great place to be in love; to get a land-grant education; to own a mortage; to see a game under the lights as the old dusky daylight falls to blue-black, a backdrop of stars and stony buildings, while friendly Negroes and Polacks roll their pants legs up, sit by side, feeling hte cool Canadian breeze off the lake. So much that is explicable in American life is made in Detroit.

Hard to imagine (for a few reasons) that this was in the 80’s. I’m pretty sure none of it’s true anymore, except, of course, for last line.