Through my pal Rich Rezler at Rezler Communications, I was put in contact with some decision-makers at Thrillist.com. They needed someone to write a restaurant guide to Ann Arbor, in a best-of voice. There are so many glorious places to enjoy food and drink in this great Midwestern city. Read more here

Pain of hunger is ageless

Communities worldwide struggle with ways to keep their neighbors nourished. Hunger — and the whipping it puts on a sufferer’s pride — and the idea of it, is typically reserved for images of fly-strewn children on African plains, or the well-meaning, who help fill trays of good during the holidays. Hunger is a heavy burden. And in one part of Northeast Ohio, organizations are doing the hefty lifting to help keep people full. This article was assigned to me from the fine people at Toledo City Paper. Read the rest of it here.

A Troy, Michigan PR firm sought to create a compelling feature article on a client with a unique service. The Sacramento Picnic Company takes the legwork out of menu conception and prep. I spoke with owner James Williams in what again turned out to be a well-written article in the vision the client wanted. Read more here.

As I continue to chronicle Major League Baseball’s ballparks, I made a smart decision to visit Great American Ballpark in Cincinnatti, the host venue to tonight’s All-Star Game. I wrote about it here:

The ‘Nati

Having visited a couple of different Major League Baseball parks years ago, I decided that I wanted to see them all, or at least as many as possible before I get too old to do it. Last year, it was PNC Park in Pittsburgh, to see the Pirates. The 4.5-hour drive was easy, so I’m using that distance as a benchmark for trips in the immediate future, at least for now.

Cincinnati seemed like an obvious choice. It, too, was roughly 4.5 hours from my suburban Detroit driveway. I knew very little of the Queen City. I booked an $80 room for a night through priceline, less than a mile walk from the park, spent a few weeks doing some critical research (locating quality dive bars and fleshing out the most realistic expectations for burrito specialists), got up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday and headed south.

It bears mentioning here that I am married to the most fabulous woman in the free world. And in non-free worlds, she would continue to shine. She encourages adventures like this, where I can get away from the house, the toddler, the dog and the same four walls I stare at daily, to traipse around all day and half of the night in a new-to-me city and explore its ballpark. Some guys don’t have it this good. Some guys, coincidentally, are also selfish and out of touch, and couldn’t be trusted with a night away from home. I continually bust ass to keep a tight house. Sometimes I need to step away from it.

In my research, I discovered a certain amount of history in Cincinnati and had outlined a handful of areas I wanted to discover. This included the old neighborhood of Over The Rhine, which is reportedly part ghetto/part history lesson. The historical Ninth Street neighborhood was also on my list, as was the city’s Music Hall and the Mount Adams neighborhood. The very moment I hit town, it started to rain. My check-in time at the Millennium Hotel was 4 p.m. so, naturally, I showed up at the front desk at 11 a.m. Luckily, my room was available. I checked in, unloaded my gear, charged my phone and headed out in the rain. The inclement weather made picture-taking impossible, as it turned from showers to a downpour. I drove through Mount Adams, which turned out to be this glorious, elevated neighborhood, with historic homes clustered together tightly, narrow streets, an array of smart-looking retailers and a seemingly unrivaled view of the city. But I was really in this charming neighborhood for one thing: Lunch at City View Tavern.

This bar is known not only as a choice neighborhood bar in Mount Adams and  its finer hamburger products, but for its deck with a nice view of the city.

I met the bartender and later, the owner, Silas. I asked to take photos inside. Silas said it would not be a concern for him. Finally, an owner who didn’t give a shit about some amateur hack snapping away in his bar. I watched part of the 2012 NFL Draft while making quick work of the Teddy Burger, and a couple of pints of Hop Bomber from the Rivertown Brewing Co. My day could’ve started and ended with just this moment and the trip would’ve felt very complete.

The rain continued, so I just chilled and had another beer before making my way back downtown. Music Hall, Over The Rhine and any sightseeing would be truncated not only by the weather, but by the 4:10 p.m. start time to the game. It was already 2:30 and that seemed like a good time to park the car for good. The hotel charged $25 for overnight valet. The parking structure kitty corner from the hotel charged $8 for overnight. I hit the room, changed clothes, beamed up, took a coupla pulls of Crown and walked to the home of the Cincinnati Reds, the Great American Ballpark.

I would do a couple of laps around the park before the game started, sitting nowhere near my $4 bleacher seat. The concourses were roomy, save for in the outfield, where a huge overhang made it feel like you were in a crowded room with a low ceiling. The stadium holds 42,271 and many of them were there for this cloudy, mild Saturday afternoon to see their beloved Reds take on the Houston Astros.

They were not disappointed. Regional icon and All-Star Joey Votto blasted a double, before scoring on a Brandon Phillips triple in the first inning. The place went absolutely bananas. The Reds would hang two more runs on Houston in the third inning and then again in the fifth, en route to a 6-0 shutout. Johnny Cueto, the rotation’s cornerstone, went seven innings, allowing only five hits and striking out three. Cueto improved his record to 3-0. And while I had never before heard of Reds’ right fielder Jay Bruce, I’ll be paying attention to him in the box scores this year. His fifth-inning homer was a huge blast and every time he came to the plate or touched the ball, the crowd grew louder.

I spent much of the game walking around the park, through the back side of the venue, behind the outfield, where the higher-end concessions were located; through the upper level where the double-decked bleachers live in left field; back through the main concourses, where I would settle down in the outfield, near the left-field wall that sits 328 feet from home plate (it’s 404 to center and 325 to left).

The game wound down and so did I. As I headed out, I again passed these statues at the main entrance of Great American Ballpark.

The pitcher is Joe Nuxhall – the legendary Reds broadcaster who called games for nearly 40 years, following an MLB career where he was not only an All-Star but set the league record for youngest player to ever start a game, doing so at age 15. The batter is Hall of Fame legend Frank Robinson and the catcher statue is that of his Cooperstown-enshrined teammate, Ernie Lombardi. The pitcher’s mound is built to MLB dimensions of that time and the terrace is sloped at the same incline as Crosley Field’s, where the Reds played their home games from 1912 to 1970.  I found it to be a compelling touch.

The game ended at 7 p.m. and I sought out O’Malley’s, one of the only real dive bars anywhere near my hotel. After walking for another mile or two with no luck, I drank in some of the downtown’s retailers on Main Street, many of whom looked like they’ve been around for a while.

Also, not the type of shop you see a lot of around town.

And this hotel is glorious in its old-girl style, but I definitely do not like the way the math adds up.

I cabbed it back to the room, where I would finally get horizontal for a few minutes – I had walked a better part of the day and my legs were like rubber –before taking a long shower, blasting some Crown and then heading back out into the rain.

I would eventually find O’Malley’s and it was quite perfect – a little bar hidden in an alley, full of regulars and blue-collared drinkers. I knew I would feel right at home. Well, that didn’t last long. Every seat at the bar was taken and the sound system was blasting Poison. I left. I stopped at Local 127 for a couple of pints, but it was painfully upscale. When I quietly apologized to the bartender for being woefully underdressed in my hoodie and cap, he looked both ways before saying to me, “Don’t sweat it. I wish we had more people like you in here.” By now it was 10 p.m. and I was shot. I walked slowly back to the hotel, through a sea of high school prom goers (when Jason texted me and advised that I “hang your nuts out of your zipper and walk around, bro”), stopping at the hotel bar for a series of bourbons before retiring for the night. I was up early the next day and on the road by 8 a.m.

I liked Cincinnati. The downtown is fresh and clean, and perfectly condensed. It’s like a small, quaint town suffering from gigantism. It’s just the right size to navigate in a day and have a rich, cultural, urban experience without being overwhelmed. Great American Ballpark is a great place to see a game. It had a smooth layout with perfect views, but by the time the game ended, I was growing bored and restless.  I don’t follow the Reds, so it was hard for me to get truly excited about the action on the field. My only regret was that I didn’t get to some of the areas of town I had hoped, and it’s doubtful I’ll be going back any time soon, if ever. No knock on the city, but I have more ballparks to see. Next up? U.S. Cellular Field on Chicago’s South Side. I called this shot years ago and have yet to follow up. Tony B., I plan to make good.

A rager on the road

Found myself a few months ago the subject of a road rage incident. It played out this way. Click here:

Jonas Gray’s breakout NFL game leaves his Pontiac family stunned with pride

By John Q. Horn

It has been a November to never forget for one Detroit intern. And it’s not because the boss gave him the full-time job he coveted.

While most metro Detroit families this Thanksgiving are stuffed with gratitude and football, one family is covered in both. Few could’ve bounced as high in the workplace the last few weeks as Corinthian “Cori” Gray. The 22-year-old is a communications intern at the Detroit Zoo. And he continues to gleam thanks to a phenomenal effort from his older brother that assuredly put a greater shine on Thanksgiving this year.

Cori’s brother, Jonas Gray, is an NFL running back for the New England Patriots. A few weeks ago, Jonas flew Cori and his mother Jerri to Lucas Oil Field Stadium in Indianapolis for the Patriots-Colts game. Jonas wasted little time welcoming his family to game day; he scored his first NFL touchdown in the first quarter. His 4-yard run gave New England an early lead.

Still beaming, Jerri and Cori barely had time to catch their breath before Jonas scored a second touchdown – this one from 2 yards out – before halftime. Jonas scored twice again in the second half.

Jonas broke off not 1, but 4 rushing touchdowns, in a single game. Literally, he became a headline overnight. NFL writer Peter King of The Monday Morning Quarterback gushed over his performance. Two days later, Jonas was on the cover of Sports Illustrated. The next day, the NFL named him AFC Player Of The Week.

“When Jonas scored that first touchdown, my mom and I were screaming, going crazy,” Cori said. “His second TD, we were shocked. At halftime, a friend texted me saying Jonas already had 101 yards. I texted back, ‘just watch.’

“When he scored the third time, I was thinking ‘this can’t be real.’ And when he got the fourth touchdown, I hugged my mom and, I’m not even gonna lie, cried. We hugged. We didn’t move.”

Jonas Gray’s day to shine in the NFL led to a 42-30 New England win, earning the Pats first-place at 8-2 in the AFC East. New England hosted Detroit in Week 12, killing the Lions, 34-9.

Undrafted from Notre Dame in 2013, Jonas Gray signed with and was later released by Miami. He was picked up by Baltimore, landing on the practice squad there before joining New England. Injuries to the Pats’ running back corps at that time cleared a spot for serious playing time for him in Week 11.



Gray finished his breakout game against the Colts with an eye-popping 201 yards on 37 carries. He was targeted once for an incomplete pass.

“After the game,” Cori said, “Jonas came to us and he was just as cool as he could be. Confident. He said this game was nothing compared to what’s about to come.”

That’s some big talk, as it should be, for a galvanized family of three that coalesced on city streets oftentimes more grim than not. In neighborhoods with not a lot of opportunities for youth, attaining goals gets tricky quickly.

“Nobody expected much from us,” Cori said.


Mom Means Business

What a terrific undoing of perception. Expectations shift swiftly. Perception can be reality. And a cop mom raising two boys by herself in a tough town is going to go in one of two directions. Parts of Pontiac are no joke.

Jerri Gray is a 15-year veteran of the Pontiac Police Department. This has included work in:

  • Vice
  • Narcotics
  • Juvenile sex crimes
  • Crime scene investigations
  • And yes, mountain bike patrol in the downtown nightlife/drunky-obnoxious detail.

Jerri Gray has walked the beat while marching to her own.

Both Jerri and Cori agree that the cornerstone of their upbringing was a never-quit attitude instilled and upheld by Mom.

“I kept the boys pretty busy and never let them quit,” Jerri said. “Even when Cori started playing the trumpet, I told him ‘Once you start this, you have to finish it.’ And I was serious.”

Cori says that Jerri’s confidence and encouragement evolved into a roadmap for their success. But that same love came also with a steep price to pay for stepping out of line.

“My mom is 5 feet 7 inches. And she don’t play,” Cori said, laughing.


Check This Out, Bro

Jonas texted Cori a mockup of the Sports Illustrated cover coming out the next day. Player of The Week honors followed; and that, after a 4-touchdown dream game by their brother and son, the Grays on this Thanksgiving weekend might still be over the moon.

Cori continues his internship at the Detroit Zoo, cutting his public relations chops by writing press releases, coordinating events and working as a liaison between media and the Zoo. He also works full time at D1 Sports Training, a factory of high-end conditioning and training for the serious athlete, co-owned by Detroit Lions defensive end Ndamukong Suh and former tight end Tony Scheffler.

Moms like Jerri are proud of their boys, be it the gridiron or the sandbox. Jerri’s Sunday was almost other-worldly. Her son, in his first NFL game where he really saw meaningful playing time, scored an unimaginable 4 touchdowns.

The NFL record for single-game touchdowns by a running back is 5, a title held by five players. More than 50 running backs have scored 4 times in one game. Gray joins the annals with such running back legends as Earl Campbell, Jim Brown and Barry Sanders.

The Grays hope more Sundays are like Week 11. In the interim, Jerri assures that Sundays in her home continue to see her sacred, end-of-the-weekend routine  thrive – breakfast, church, and then back home to start cooking and dialing up the slate of NFL games on TV. That’s not much different than the plans of most football fans on a Sunday. But at Jerri’s house, she could be watching her own son on game day.

John Horn can be reached at hornjq@gmail.com. Additional work can be viewed at www.johnqjournalist.com


Update: Jonas Gray is in the process of making amends for arriving late to practice Nov. 21, a mistake leading to plenty of Internet headlines and a dismissal from the team’s facility for a day, courtesy of coach Bill Belichick. Jonas did play in the Week 12 game against the Lions.

Jonas Gray wasn’t the only running back in New England to make news that week. The Patriots signed recently released running back LeGarrette Blount Nov. 20. Blount’s presence and the improved health of running back Shane Vereen – ahead of Gray on the club’s depth chart — could minimize Jonas’s opportunities as the Patriots march toward the playoffs.

In the Week 12 matchup against Detroit, Gray registered no carries for 0 yards in a 34-9 Pats win.

Top Drawer

Jay Fosgitt knew at a young age that when he put pen to paper, he could create something special with his illustration skills. As he grew older, and better, he creating something especially significant with his ability; he crafted a career.

The mid-Michigan native lives in Plymouth now, continuing to build on an impressive body of work and earning serious cred in the industry. Read more here


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