Living on the east side my entire life, just minutes from beautiful lake St. Clair, i always had envied this body of water. And if history were to ever repeat itself, I could envy it some more. The southern tip of lake St. Clair and the mouth of the Detroit River was the staging grounds in the early 1920's for Americans (and our Canadian subsidiaries) to amply defy what had made illegal, alcohol. Prohibition was in effect, and Americans still wanted their booze. The government didn't. It is estimated that roughly 75% of America's (not Michigan, America) alcohol consumption entered via the Detroit River and Lake St Clair. I have heard of houses that had secret tunnels leading to the lake and river, and some outdoor landmarks still exist. Smugglers would rig boats, create zip lines, and even drive their vehicles across the river when frozen.
Its too bad that there isn't some form of remembrance for these daring individuals, some labeled hero's in the Detroit area. Some form of tour or local taproom that put those days into perspective. Hmmmmm, I think I am onto something here....
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