![]() He grew up with a sister, three half brothers, an older stepbrother and an older stepsister, and has gone through a string of three dads. LeDuff lived most of his life on Joy Road in Detroit. “I don’t get these people,” he says with a shrug. ![]() Even though he has moved to the suburbs, he hasn’t become stale. ![]() There is a child’s swing hanging from a tall oak for his daughter, and a black, shining Harley Davidson parked on his front walk. Somewhere tucked inside his green painted brick house, a Pulitzer Prize has been collecting dust. He has been driving it to work for the last twenty years, and it frequents the roads from LeDuff’s home to his current workplace, Fox 2 News Detroit, where he works as a reporter. On the street, leaves blow up against the fender of his 1972 refurbished Checkered Taxicab that his brother spray-painted matte black. When he smiles, his face stretches over his angular cheekbones and sharp pointing chin - he is a Guy Fawkes look alike, and could very well be plotting a revolution. ![]() His black hair is disheveled, and the wind blows through it as he sips on a brown liquid out of a mason jar. His nose cuts away from his face, and angles down towards his mustache. His gray cable knit sweater zips at the very top, pointing up towards his black goatee. Charlie LeDuff sits on a wicker chair on the porch of his small Pleasant Ridge home. ![]()
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