My three regular non-related readers are well that I am originally from Detroit.
They may not be aware that Jimmy Carter lost Detroit when his State Department-supplied translator told Warsaw that the Peanut Farmer in Chief lusted for them--in his heart, no doubt. When my grandmother went ot work at Chrysler's Hamtramck Assembly Plant--popularly referred to as "Dodge Main"--in the late 40s or early 50s all the signs were in English and Polish. I attended Kosciussko elementary school, where the most common nickname was "Ski", which, I am told, was also true of many units in the Michigan National Guard and the Detroit Police Department.*
So, even though I am pretty sure I have no Polish blood, my thoughts are with the Polish people.