07/16/2026
The sky over Pontiac is hazy today. Smoke from fires hundreds of miles north has settled over all of Michigan, and the air feels heavy. But look at this wall. Someone stood here and painted three words by hand: Pontiac Never Dies. This city has weathered closed plants, hard winters, and every outsider who ever counted it out — and it’s still here, still painting, still believing. The smoke will clear. It always does. Take care of your lungs and your neighbors until it does. 🖤💛
